Old Soul Song.

I possess an old soul

of sorts.

Captured in this form;

concrete and mortar. impotence.

of sorts.

This venture finds no remorse.

Heart and soul

a cavernous dwelling

grating and grating.

I read the masters;

all their divine wisdom in verse

in verse. I read.

of sorts.

Hughes- your Sylvia sweetens

me. Your iron tombs fail. So empty.

I search lyrical freedom:

that meaning in words.

I lust your lead soul.

Your mercy is sweetness to me.

of sorts.