how can they be
when not running from you
these are not my eyes
that fail to cry
at the mention of your name
i've asked forgiveness
but how long the statute
before i can't wait
for a wink
a nod
a finger
i've taken up
with the mystics
and curled heavy metal
hoping to pass the test
of guilt
it waits inside
as a dog at the bowl
the genius of the movements
is how they take over even beyond
the recognition of the habit
i've no home beyond
the square walls of the mind
and what lies behind the door
as a stop.
(c)jim hill (2-23-10)
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