March 26, 2023

Ball and Chain

All I can see was the rain  – Something grabbed a hold of me –

Feel to me, oh, like a ball and chain
—Janis Joplin

Rain’s persistence
doesn’t care

if lust seeps
through cracks.

Without a howl,
the wolf moon bleeds.

Gravity pulls me inward,
gets heavier

with the night.
Galvanized loss

wears a ball and chain.
My schoolgirl’s fantasy

wakes up,
removes her makeup,

watches the years
float down the drain.