Time has kilned me indented fragile flesh
torn tender mind to raw recurring pockets
daily debris crushed & filed in stagnant lots.
how much soul do you require?

Again the camera clicks its stealing snap
you’ve measured breadth of head and neck
checked my height, modified shoe size
then told me I must wait to set this jelly

we call life.

The children squirm in fine meshed net
& love plays jilted themes,
there was some plan now lost from view,
just give me that half smile

your camera rakes my sharp profile
& tell me quick through littered dreams
how mush soul do you require
to unwrap hidden lies?