by Matthew Kenneth Kosak
It should not give me much concern
To watch the time drain away
Like so much indifference
Would I not expect it any other way?
A usurer cannot own such rights!
A usurer cannot own such nights!
It melts and covers over my body, the great green screen like green chlorophyll taken from a million leaves of trees that dot the hill.
And I lean forward into the space,
A password prods at my elbow
like an eager bichon poodle pup.
Where should we go today?
Where should we go tomorrow?