Drinking Proximo

I could tell you

what is waiting in the doorway

of concupiscence

but the answer is simple:

nothing.

My body is passing

away into the creak and fall

of pain--

the part where numbness sets in.

I can't feel alive.

The doorway is old

wood has been shaved off

paint peels in splinters

and the texture is rubbing away.

I placed a curtain of black over it today.

A shower of disgrace.