away

poetry

away
away the incessant
away the incessant echoes
the little living lightning
letters looping and lapping
relentlessly
off the petroleum walls
off the left ear
off the right

away from the fake planets
and suns
away and floating high
taking deep breaths
of the thin air

love up here
love in the vacuum
away

solitary man

poetry

i will travel to the end and back
because it is fun for me no matter
how much matter gets taken or how
much matter it is, or bother, or does;
yet, i digress,
the interest you inject, warranted
or
not
into my mirrors (placed around
my tiny square home)
does not give you the right,
and to be very honest with you
i wish to no longer allow you,
to then get
yourself all
worked up in
your curious
little torrent
and expect me to
give you
the
time
of
day
nay,
i am a solitary man.