"Naked Tears"
Finding myself fallen toward
ground zero from the
time-bomb Susan left
in the public library's
transgendered toilet, and
good day. No food,
but cloth-sheltered
hearts drinking open issues
trying our livers, worst
advice involved in oil-
stained fear, permanently
ingrained wooden socks,
wind chives, earth phones
fired up and quenched in
lowly water, lathered with
dirty soap, washed and rinsed
in a flute of naked tears.
(c) copyright 2016 Andre L. West
Ron