Clothing

I would befriend hesitation,
take her shopping with me,
invest the time,
but impulse
is my constant companion.

Hesitation,
born of shared trauma,
labours over pain-filled decisions

My need is palpable,
throbbing,
must suffocate it,
weighted beneath
layers of numbing fabric

Afraid to show myself,
afraid that she will find me,
block any progress,
or worse

make my pay for these layers
of stolen moments…
encounter crazy reflected in her eyes

(Poem first appeared here June 2016. This version has been edited. Image my own)

Establishing A Front

The intention of this establishment
is that offerings be fresh, the views
spectacular, accommodations warm.

But the patrons are somewhat showy,
downright gaudy actually, and a rat-like
predator is gnawing at door handles.

A friendly atmosphere, neighbourly
warmth, a shout out to the working
folk, the weary, a celebratory venue.

It’s the pretentious who are gathering,
thespians whose masks belie truths,
is this the effect we are aiming for?

Disguise is comfort, opportunity for
accomplishment is best-managed
by well established fronts, you see.