Holding Onto This Somehow

"marching slowly ...
hoary
swollen river to the 'supermarket of the sentence'

where they are going to share an agony of soul

any pain ... "




With the consciousness of the nickel-chromium when I was tons of Hunger -
hectoliters of thirst.
I loved my city -
whore millionaires
that you can only
brush her eyes and wishes.

My father had a dog that caressed


feet and with his stick until he was bitten in the heart -
renegade master.

... and then I left -
evaporated on the streets of a sunny day
ever found.






(POEMS by SPARSE, 2005)