Cannot cry,
My eyes too dry.
Staring through my shoes,
Scruffed against gravel.
Sandpaper versus sheet metal,
Tin man, aching, heartless,
Lonely as a daisy in a vase of
Blood, vermilion roses.
Vertical dreaming of
Shaded screaming to deafened
Phantom ears, finger-painted
On stucco canvas,
Searching for you
(The gum smeared into
My hair) to occupy
My pain.
 

~Jan Brian Vis