Charity Janisse

Do you play the same game

that I do?
do you wonder
if any of these
haphazard broodings
will ever amount
to anything in the least?

do you see these
extremes
in the same way?
do shallow eyes
leave you stranded
with nothing less demanded?

your voice is cream
your voice is witchery
your voice is iron

do you hang on to the same
thread
that unraveled
and left my words
unsaid?

did you seek what I sought
you thought
and did it matter
or does it not
take me after
take me in
this instant
do you imagine even
that there is
exemption
beyond this small
booth of behavior
that we have fallen into
locked up
and I cannot hear you afterall

even though

your voice is cream
your voice is witchery
your voice is iron

and if we tumbled
head over toe
would we go
to the same place
in the cusp
of this actuality
if there is any
substance
beyond this noise
that is your voice
long past
stepped out
closed door
not accepted
in my thoughts
once recollected
I will throw
them out again

and do you ever
think the same
quenched thought
as I?

Charity