Bed Lam

Here they took my shoes

and give me crayons to compose this letter

Sweet sun- I can only color you a portrait

in this damned bleached room

while a mother of five snores-

in the bed next to mine.

All I have is the memory of you

fingers, lips and toes

Collarbone that haunts me-

I am hopelessly blinded by it

but it's getting me through.

You may be happy to know

that tomorrow they are setting me free

to roam the world again

simple pleasures that are sought-

in shoe laces.

sweat beguiling my eyes-

summer.

This is all I can do to keep in line-

and I wonder if Ratchett really sent you that photo.

Where have you been

when I searched empty rooms

far gone- lost again

though I never had you to begin with

It's a portrait of pain

and the song is ever similar,

but you promised to care-

tomorrow.

           (It's always tomorrow)

So they take my shoes again