He had that
groaning soul
loneliness, like a
puffy white cloud,
floating aimless and
aching toward the
black abyss- that gray sky
sadness,
like he was
five years old, and just
watched his dog get
hit by a car.
You could smell
the pain- taste it
like potato chips on a
sore throat.
It smelled like a
basement or cobwebs.
I told him,
\'Nothing will fix that
shit- just time and dirt.\'
He didn\'t blink,
and his soft walnut eyes
flashed
crossword confusion.