lonely buoy in the open ocean
single penguin, king of its Antarctic shelve
once more I find myself, alone.
Like the only burnt light bulb in the stadium
or the single flashlight in the dark
the homeless beggar’s submissive attitude
I’m here under my rock
with my friend solitude
While I pretend to be fishing for patience
in the rocks of the creek
hiding the pain in my heart
blinded by the smoke
of the fire of my guilt
Something has been taken from me
like an arm, or a lung
old smoker me
have always known
cancer not to be my doom
For my weakness is the heart
As I lay on an empty bed
in silence and alone
I can hear my soul tear
like the breaking of the Antarctic shelves.
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