Brian Foley

There Are Times, and This is One of Them

You’re out there
sanitized with clarity
Do I hassle
anything in this skulk
except for rules
Should I not sing
we live in a place
not ourselves
no quiet or compass
to run us down
If I were to talk myself
into myself, if I were
at a loss being in loss
it should be said
I remember held
contures of a word
unseen but felt
we break up a word to want
at         one        ment
it is not the world
to be in one
place breaking
the world has separated
while you slept
you blame its darkness
on anyone but yourself