27 January 2011

Like Souls Lost


like souls lost in space
denatured feelings subjugate
with endless homilies
of what you used to be

isn’t me, you try to say
adulterating truth with
circumstantial evidence
denying that complicity

but there’s no chance
you’re off the hook, so to
speak, ad lib addiction’s
a Prima Donnas’ game

nevertheless gamesmanship
accedes to temporal strategies
surpassing even the space
you’re bounded in
© 4 October 2010, I. D. Carswell