Solicious thoughts escapade not through
The night air
But crevices of a dirt wall somewhere
Impenetrable.
I had seen him for a last time
 
Remembering what others took for granted
I grabbed at stones to throw at anything
Tangible or in..
Hopes of there being a hereafter someplace
In the rafters or hiding.
 
I found nothing more than a place I’d been
One time too many
It was a place christened beauties chose not
To attend
It was a place I wanted for my own