Fear & Desire
before i enter i collect
what small desire i had left
scattered into corners of the room
overlooked, no longer novel
before i leave i collect
the remnants of what i had left
the feelings i once had
shifting shapes of shared beauty
i take stock now, i always do
habits built from fears of leaving
i don't want to forget
the precious left within my memory
A grey film lines the tv
dust blown up like a smoke screen
filtering the incessant pitch
that “the new is naturally better”
but my heart has no eyes
it squeezes its feeling
holds its desire
it runs the divotted path again
the billionth time
in the dark
the heart knows what it wants
even awake it lives in dreams
