Pinched
A Poem

An elicited grief putting out the edges of fire a dismantling of Promethean papers and points The solemn horror of daily going through the masking motions hands wringing forever ringing against elastic longing The pinched nerves of disuse go clamouring for assistance and the dire dreams that keep manifesting on your block have yet to close their eyes Willing for the able to get back onto this side of the crosswallk this light that signals the go ahead for opening necessary synapses Though underneath the city the beating heart of alienation the dreams do slip and slip and motions are all you hang onto
J.D. Harms 2020
