another medium

Brought about by a conversation with an old friend (Karla) about addicts as lovers. No, really.

another medium

paint you taint and carve a saint
to make a twisted drama of your karma.
depending on the indefensible bend
of knee or plea you sent to me
to play crutch for another day or such.
and I am not the balsa wood weeping Buddha
you would stick pins in and hang sins on
to buy another chance at dancing lies.
for the music and the memories
eventually turn to genres beyond your ken.
and for all my passion and affection,
I was already standing in the balcony.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.