Nothing much has changed
since our argument,
I live in the same sub-let room
I once shared with you.
Broken clock, keys and locks.
Homework at my catty-cornered desk.
Television in shirtsleeves
and an aimless walk
in the pock-marked streets.
A bum barely covered by a newspaper.
Somewhere huddled lovers rollover
and sleep ‘till noon.
The phlegmatic cat stalks
a sneezing mouse, a watchman
dozes off.
O roaring wind and cataclysm
send your rain and storm over me,
open your arms and take me in,
speed oblivion your son is ready.
Unmistakable signs of separation
and final notice
of never coming back.
Bernard Henrie
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/untitled-self-portrait/
