Untitled
By Josh LaMar
For Kara Reed


Pine over this thrice-cleft heart 
no more.  
I have 	another love 
which cannot speak its name.  


My wheels are caught in a 
flood of 	shit and tears;
they turn 		and stay,


impractical 		passion 
for the damned. 
(they turn) 


This is your life: 
condemned 
to solitude. 
(they turn again)


Another love, consigned to God, 
only 
trickles 
where it used to run
blindly.  
		(they stay)


My love for you 
pales 
in light of
(unspoken) 		love 
I am 	
ashamed of.  


This stillborn 		
dream
must be locked 	away,
key		thrown 
and 		ties

severed.