the keyhole's conspiracy

some things one must release. hope
is a caged bird, she beats against
a skeletal frame, its flesh burnt
then gnawed away & held
together with nanotubes and will .

frantic wings fibrillate
against a circle
of doors that neither
open nor shut.

i'm at the apex,
keeping her prison
together, searching
for the way
to be the key.






)(&&))))


source/sink

since you only hear me
when i say goodbye this time
i won't be the slam of silence just
the trickling away of a slow moving
brook in reverse, towards a pumped
dry spring.