Relief is Coming

Long lost. Long lost.
On the matter of peace-
Befooled in the arms of the beloved-
If she were so.

Rankling. Rankling.
Dusting the rib cage-
Pitily wheezing again.
Probably Pain-

Breath is body.
Haste is body.
Sex is body.
What is love?

Nowhere resides
the soul. Life,
Armoried, with eternal worries-
Relief is coming in death.

A Song on the Radio

A song on the radio, an old song
on the radio from the days
of my boyhood and anticipation.
To grow up throughout the summer
any moment expecting love.

The promise of the days, a deliberate
softness of the sun, the swell
of the Jui against my touch. No more
the song carried them in its heart.
In indifference it began.