ocean of noise
thanksgiving 1994 - november 24
my family gnaw flesh from animal bones
they spook each skittish silence
converse past my hungerless head
the chasm door creaks in my cavernous chest
i retreat
to my cassettes
christmas eve 2018 - december 24
my feet map a world of empty streets
silently through dusk's soft pink
laughter peals from a party
loosens the rusty hinge of longing
i turn away
turn up the song:
hear the soldier groan
we'll go at it alone