Hoarders by Seth Jani

For all the hours I’ve spent
Acquiring ghosts,
There is always the need to purge
The darkened memories,
The nerve of that which doesn’t leave.

Long after the storm the electricity
Is still circling in my veins
And what it is to suffer
Some wild elemental longing
After the recipient and relief

Leaves the stage.
I am so tired of burning up
From the unspent exquisite weight
Of the heart’s affections,
I simply want to be absolved

Of all these failures.
Hell is a hurt that has no purpose.

Seth Jani currently resides in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress (www.sevencirclepress.com). His own work has been published widely in such places as The Foundling Review, The Devilfish Review, The Hamilton Stone Review, Hawai`i Pacific Review and Gravel. More about him and his work can be found at http://www.sethjani.com.