My vision has been restored
by salmon, caviar, and orgasm
while my talking hand exults
at new pictures to write
and additional stories to paint.
This is the price of loneliness,
paid in full, somewhere
between being lost
in fluorescent alleys and
recently-hatched birds' nests.
With stark hills and well-armed children
watching me nearby, I remember honeyed
wisdom of Nubian queens and know
the real value of the silk I wear
against the empty rooms I now own.
Copyright (c.) 2009 by Adam Henry Carriere. All Rights Reserved.