if this is all there is it better be enough
by Robert Roley
there’s the war it seems
it’s endless dreams
crouching before the fire
withered gray
in the crawlspace
of indigeny
rustic bells
dance
to neon flicker
shadow play
if it’s all the same to you . . .
but it never is
i’ve broken something
not a bone
or my favorite mug
it shows in the eyes
i think not mine
but yours
and the rain
it’s different now
not so wet
as i recall it
time was
i could picture the altar walrus
but what i write today
i can’t judge it anymore
there’s something
that needs to be said
but it doesn’t
speak my tongue