IN THE SHADOWS
searching
the shadows
for every as yet unresolved
bit of humanity
because I did not like
what appeared in the light
not under neon
in the spotlight, caught
by a searchlight
in all these instances
the brighter the source
the worse
by far
and
there in silhouette
found myself battling
to enter or
exit via
gaps in the perimeter wire
shadow making a move on me
to help here, or retard
poems 2 die for 