Funeral for all the things I could not say
& unuttered remains stack like dirty dishes
each one a word that could not bear itself in the presence of others
they refuse to exist like a spontaneous abortion
a liquidated will
in the mind field of clutter
cowpies and barefoot I graze; graciously reluctant
the hesitation, with its cementing determination
those ugly weeds that unearth themselves with barbed limbs
their lukewarm appetites, they don’t even ache
their provocative spikes feast on my fear
im no better
I do what they did, turn to them my back
& walk soflty
away-
and leave the anonymous unnamed.