Best Sequestration Poems

I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My attitude detours trance-like into pockets of thought.
It is either that...

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(This is an evolving story. I keep adding verses until I'm done.)



When I was 
eighty-two, 
I went to live alone 
knowing the money would 
forever be coming. 
Going away felt appropriate 
for a man my age. 
The closest analog 
to the womb 
and to death....

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The dew has been banished from the grass
And the pups taken from the teet.

A drunk is lacking hard drink. 

Like a television without a picture tube
Longing stares itself in the mirror, feeling, but
Denying its very existence while arrogance

Wants to scream from within....

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