excerpt from This Noose Hangs Empty
The Light Burned Red
One look at you Stalled
in the parking lot/freeway
A calm came A breath
sigh of realization & the words
stuck in my throat like exhaust
I choked could not speak
Our silence too comforting & I
not wanting to bend or break it
let the words idle on
Die and slip away w/out a voice
Lost in the fumes the hums
the radios and horns of
hot afternoon bustles
Softly those words slipped
w/A sigh A shudder
blinker on I moved
Merged into
the silent masses.
