(1) Strange, The Thought Poem by Uriah Hamilton

I have refused love
on the glittering streets
of a city summer afternoon
and then wandered alone
through art museums
and certain tattered dark dives
of broken neighborhoods
like a beleaguered refugee.

And now, I've grown quite distant from myself,
dismissing memories out of hand and viewing mirrors with contempt;
strange, the thought of kissing someone or sharing a vulnerable secret
that can only fester like an incurable wound!

Tonight, everything is cloud-covered,
I'm even abandoned by the moon!