Moon & Sorrow

a caraway seed stuck in my teeth
wakes me -


he is one
pollen fluff blown by the storm.

clipped toenails swept under the bed...
long black hair clogging the drain...
shiprecked love

eyes like deck chairs on the Titanic
I hold onto Phallos
for survival

needle jousting night along
the ripped seam
of 3 a.m.

that day of his death...

from After Many Years Absent & Other Poems
©Mark Hannan 1993

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