Where it came from if it came from anywhere
was the deep pit within him where his anger was
hunched like a bad beast back on its haunches
ready to hunker up whenever he got ready
whenever he’d had enough of this or when
love turned sour left him out of love.
Trouble was whenever he got troubled by
something lesser men got lessened by
or needled by some needless hurt or
thought of some lost intimate he only thought
Good God! Might all this come to some last good
to ease the ache I’ve grown lately accustomed to?
Furthermore he seemed to draw no further
comfort from those things he once drew comfort
from: Ease of wit and easy motion from
one good hideout to another … once
when he was at his peak of loneliness he went
nowhere for a good long while where he wasn’t known.