tears and loneliness
is there something i’m doing wrong
i don’t recall leaving the light on
relationships
affairs of the heart; my heart
i’m beginning to no longer trust
emotions and feelings
trust nothing with a pulse
trust no one with a speaking
tongue or ears that won’t
listen and a heart incapable of love
bitter becomes the man searching for
black love in a white town where the few who
favor you knocks you down with ad titles that
read blk lookin 4 wht or white only please
lonely is the only roasted bean in the
starbucks on oleander street
with no place to go where dark
smiles know your truthful solitude
unrestrained by synthetic mental
closets that hide nothing more than an
illusion of shame and scented mothballs and
jeans that no longer fit
the maternal bond and youngest son’s
duty to his aging mother will soon be
not enough to keep me here in a
house that will never become a home
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