love

all the falls
in the world
are not as bad
as this one

in the pain
of falling out
the falling in
is not so bad

anger scars,
breaks the bone
of every heart beat
etched in stone

then its gone
and there's a hole
that aches
and festers
and oozes

its so unbearable
one resorts
to the contemplation
of clouds
and all the loft
lying there in

stones
piled up
in prayer
leave their
solace there

the image
pentimento
showing up
outstaying
its welcome
like some
homeless relative.