wrestling winds in tireless dust
the meager face concealed in rust
the burning necklace and the ring
the water in the shore stirring
...
my grief is an estuary
where fresh pain mingle
with age-old regrets
...
she has that insouciant touch of a corpse
that never putresced with time
she has remained
as a memory remains in the crannies of the brain
...
festering greens squatting in fizzled quaint rain
a cocaine mitigation a shanty somber face
guttling the sudoriferous darkness bundled in a blanched blain
it is a pole chilling diamond cracking steeplechase
...
Like a voyeur of suffering, you've viewed me,
Like a garrote, you've sedulously subdued me,
To my inferiority, my pain you've imputed,
I have found myself alone and muted,
...
comfort the waters of turning harmony
the wild is writhing in malign agony
in this shifting nature of the lights
there is no glow within just cacophony
...
The loss sleeping
inside the clock
smiles dourly
at the glum silhouette
...