Too Much Trouble to Seduce


He would wonder at himself

for the rest of his time

unable to finger

the ash chilling moment

passion turned to passivity

or was it pain, the way

the mechanics cluttered his line

of vision blinding all imagination

with their fussing follies.


And wonder more

why every opportunity seemed

a challenge against odds and 

every word a clumsy grasping

beyond desserts, just or not;

made all the days and people

just too much trouble 

to seduce.


And wonder more

whether the shivering cold

was commonplace and

if so, why no one of the walking dead

ever said.

 © Philip Knight 2018