Memo

He sits at his desk
watching days disappear
into the files
of his dark desk drawer.

Lingering paper
gathering dust like dreams
hoping for something else.

Moving in circles
looking for a beginning
but walking into himself
like some stranger
startled at the discovery.

Looking for an Exit

He bends over
looking for something,
eyes wanting more than they see.

As his hands touch the earth,
his body becomes an open circle
as all his years spill on the ground
searching for an exit.

The Corner of a Smile

One woman I know lives
where some people hide,
in the corner of a smile.

She always tries to please
but ends up
looking down throats
into darkness.