from the phone notes

"Bellum" & "still life, no flowers": a monthly glimpse into poems in process

Bellum

Who bloomed first?
In that dark helical place

Wrung out like a sponge
An atmosphere of loneliness

Damn do you see 
My multitudes?

Somewhere a storm is rocking 
The boat in me

A horrible man called me a hedonist
The only word he knew

I was faithful to him
But that never matters

Rapturous past lives
Clung to him like ghosts

He archived his je…