Walls of Regrets

I tried not to send it
but the idea wore on me
like a piece of raw skin
red and sore at the quick

she texted sweet love
I wanted her kneeling
thrusting deep into her
desire exploding on her tongue

she pretended not to see it
I pretended not to care
we planned for Thursday's trip
the graying married pair

A telescope carrying amateur visionary
was not very careful
- or, careful enough -
The more he didn't understand
the wiser he became

A veil of silence, he became,
a veil of silence dealing
hearing aids and amplifiers
to few church going athletes on crutches
and training wheels

An inner voice, he became,
an inner voice with surround sound
for professional poker players minoring in comparative literature
who never reached quite high enough
for a tragic fall

An aimless cloud, he became,
an aimless cloud pausing to tic-toc raindrops
on zombies disguised as semi-metaphysicians
debating the existence of black holes
at their annual two week fishing trip

A frown, he became,
a frown with a flash light
for light sleep walkers and circus fugitives
designing a new routine
heavy on the emphasis of eyelids' downward movement

A tourist, he became,
a tourist asking directions
and thinking:
"I'm, always, becoming...
Will I ever be?..."