tom taylor

dispensation notwishstanding

your doubt has been bundled into hedged
collapse of destiny’s trillions removed from
circulation by empty promises and risked
collateral on the time of notions to foreclose

your spirit found insupportable by masked
soldiers on the porch without dignity attached
no longer to real opportunity but closed door
hedge found empty in the morning’s locker

by foodstuff furniture removed piled by the
doorway your apartment razed for non removal
from the saints of pleasure and domain from
the dark cadillac humvees gathering at the rim