Bone thoughts

bone thoughts on a middling spring day
take up all my time; put the study books away
for another hour which'll never come.
Hope's bust and the red brick walls
damming what must pass for a soul are overrun
i stick my finger back in the largest of its holes
and straining with the other arm
can grasp nothing else
but vapour trails of soaring planes

and in my grip, all too tight and needful
they boil away in future possibilities
wedding bells, aborted gifts, lack.