"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