Bummer...in more ways than one.

Bummer...in more ways than one.

Stay, a foolish heart

In its wish to flee

This sleeve

Does it deign to wear

Itself regally

Carried

Or captivated

By an erotic

Charge of imprisonment

A biased observer

Barred from leaving

Though barely aware

Of the ease

With which

Freedom can be bartered

Life is no escape

Death is

Forever wary

Of its confinement

And the temptation

To believe

There is an answer

To mortality

In the frequency

Of its invocation

Is a reckless

Preoccupation

Of the fallen