The Loop

What to say.  That

I've given you

to say.

The daylight falls

the night is ripe

with wildness.

In the corner

of the yard

morning glories

unfold.  Under

the canopy

under a sky

you certainly

share.  The

line is still down.

You’ve seen

the same lakes

the storms

forming over

the plains, the

tornados, the snow.

It’s no

longer the case

I know not

your face,

the fate you chose

to hack out

where the sun

don’t shine

& the buildings

are monuments

to Moloch.  That

is all.  The Loop,

the Silversmith

Hotel.  All I know.

The crack of trains.

 The phone

 Hopeless

 As a dial tone.