rogue rogation (to angela)

if you hurt
if you flailed
if you're fazed by the
asses of the earth

if you throbbed
if you slugged
if you're crushed by the
powers of the grave

if you grieve
if you chafe
if you're drawn to the
function of the flame

simply recall
the pervading roll
"popsie's here"
beck and call (warts and all)

(in the meantime, write a poem,
so i'll judge the depression as in this;
no, not this one, but this...)

Small Prayer
by: Weldon Kees

Change, move, dead clock, that this fresh day
May break with dazzling light to these sick eyes.
Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen,
That time may find its sound again, and cleanse
whatever it is that a wound remembers
after the healing ends.