Appeared in 1991 Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum






Forgotten was I,

Forsaken in the eye

Of others by sheer design.


A hard trip.

Bridges burned in my passage.

No roads home left intact


My face unseen.

My name never spoken aloud.

Darkness veiled my course.



Lovers hear no reply.

Inside, I slowly die.


My name, my name!

What is it...


© OCT 89