west michigan poets – Near Zero Blog

Spring Cleaning

by Ronald J. Hoffman I walk through the corridor I light the candle to see I brought the proof

You’ve been lying about the code and I can’t believe what you’re saying Still I heard everything all the thoughts

While I watched you dying I drew a portrait of myself Years I was trapped gasping and crying and knowing

I won’t waste time stopping my fears But I wouldn’t mind you stopping a while Gold is a waste if

Hope is lost is lying near is beating drums is slipping along and chasing and grasping is breathing and gasping