breaking

***

it is the breaking hour

the cubes are now ghosts, all but a few

chairs swiveled backwards

the game, played fervently feverishly every day

has somewhy moved on

with its clicks  its thirties and thirtyones

its victories and defeats

in its place

nothing but tables, tales of nothing and

no one

{break}

instead

to seek a savory solace

i reach for raucous words

find only empty

blank black books

…

and it is late too soon

or soon too late

for any of this

{breaking done}

***