Who let the beasts out?

Back in

resting place

folded knee

shoulder bite

someplace to rest my head

Who let the beasts out?

Back in

No longer a folder

of names to dissipate

Who let my childhood back

into my sole existence

Who let the pain drip

through the cannula?

Who let the past seep

through the cavernous present?

Every time a beast escapes

I lose a point in Tantric years

The sonnet

doesn't want to end

The cello in his mouth

the corner of a grin

Past tense

past, present, and what lies between