Before another century today fades
Temptations could seek revenge
Blindly demanding, most assessed
Undress figures gentle as such
Easing mothers that caress
The son another home.
Thereupon a muse in calming air
Channeled pieces of fresh despair.
Quite moving the thrust
A reason that must trust
Spirits in miscalculated words
To impressions of brotherly decay.
Renewed in thoughtless smoke
The red escape must together shake
Contemplations in united conspiracy
For bloody pulses nerves age
Each man a war, comforted in self affliction
Towers to a task of heavenly completion.
Nights sleep, hollows confronted
Mine to which an order departed
As such the pillow perfumed
Embraced, and yes dream bedded.
Paradoxically a poet was so named
Luxury to that a namesake
Sloshed forms and yearnings endless
What then must otherwise take?
In words we live,
Of words we die,
Simple fever, the midnight cry
Lone to falter steps encased
Steamy rivers, elusive rains
In this chamber once again.
Then, as you had believed,
From foul pastures of slimy green
Echo wanderers somewhat weary
Muddle and muddle, captivated odyssey
Learnings and championing secrecy
The brighter images of day’s lechery.
But lost are we, forever contemplating
Chasing notions beyond yonder mountains
That speak our tongues to greet afresh.
Mirror every wall, I talk to them
And art the forlorn promise
Has never conspired,
Indignation to hyperventilation
All behind the veil uncertain…