ALONE
Here come those window pains
drumming with water from the sky
the wasted days slide from my scalp
and clear the view to the day on the right
and the left is only here
where they do not play for a dime
but ask for nickels in store changed
items of clothing
to hide their stumps
of hatred.
Amputee
your virtual
hand comes in handy
when chatting to girls
online.
You lose your sight on the half
toned sepia of memories long past
but here it is good
and refreshed every moment of the day.
COPYRIGHT BRUCE E SAUNDERS 2021
