I am nearer Morse –
with an
extra ‘o’-
I cross faded lines
of distanced ghosts –
those
two year old rules –
leaving
me sullen –
my lost time of
tinkering with crosswords –
of many dead
[& loneliness
in my one bedroom home] –
a letting down –
a deflation
of love’s inflated hope –
All
suspects interrogated & let
off
[to screw up other lives]