I agree

I agree

with you Cid

I am old

enough now

to want for-

bidden things

old enough

to take in-

ventory

small storage

of years of

wants and needs

like boxes

damp in the

underground

chewed by mice

forgotten

until you

Cid       opened

the doorway

down    and I

descended

for nothing

but to see

the rotting

foundation

I’m built on

to see where

my poet

eats sleeps and

operates

to watch him

drag the hose

between fuel

tanks   from the

rusted out

libido

over to

another

I never

knew of.