A burn in the belly...

A burn in the belly swells with blood
and no pins avail to burst the pouch
It glows beyond the beating thump
Of heart, we might chill in such affairs.
When a friend befriends a foe's air
Changed and you, left to hear his tone unfamiliar.

Time

Let time spin for itself';
It has and will for itself.
We're the better governors--
We speak, or tell, just the same.
Organize the revolving day
Through every blink and say,
'There are no stars', beyond
The the broken meter
Of the spinning clock.

The Color of a Word

They use it not knowing
They use it not seeing
They use it not caring,
Among themselves
Around other people
In the crowded train.
Talk, loud enough for
Others to hear.
They use it not knowing
They use it not seeing
They use it not caring
Talk among themselves,
Not hearing.
And they repeat
And repeat,
Abandoning
The color of a word
Which they paint with
Careless drip.