The Deanery
Your breath of stale tobacco,
And mine of a sour red wine,
My floor show of cheap Bordeaux,
And yours of old man’s decline.
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Fancy
We, obeying the laws of time,
An eternity of fancy,
When you did dance inside my rhyme,
As unbridled as a wild pansy.
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Bells
And as pure spirit has flown,
In these sad times on which we dwell,
And the barbed sound of the phone,
Is the tone of the final bell.
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Please
Please;
Courteous as a lady,
Daring as a discarded mistress,
The villain I am lately,
I am begging for your forgiveness.
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Erosion
Unable to write for beauty,
Ensnared by the foreboding,
Marching to my death’s duty,
My mind calmly eroding.
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Breathe
And I breathe your breath,
And I beat your heart,
But, awaiting for death,
From the very start.
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Where?
Neither good not bad,
Neither here nor there,
With my words ironclad,
And leading, but to where?
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Cheap
A shadow of a man,
Rewriting curves of time,
So careless and deadpan,
History but cheap rhyme.
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Unheralded
With no actions warranted,
As I am mercurial,
For angels unheralded,
Absent at my burial.
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Versions
I wrote a version of me,
That was free from all constraints,
And still I can never be,
Counted among your just saints.
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Chandelier
‘Neath a chandelier of rust,
The lights shine on brooding hills,
And longing for this closed lust,
I do burrow from the chills.
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Inkwell
In my inkwell, I sow my gown,
In my inkwell, I softly drown.
In my inkwell, I hear no sound.
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Deaf
Warm as the womb’s embrace,
Escape to innocence,
Shedding my primal lace,
Deaf to all stimulus.
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As We Are
Precarious as the world becomes,
When one looses the motive to breathe.
Stay with me.
As we are.
Forever.
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Marcia
With one bead through fifty five,
With one word through a lifetime,
And for those of left still alive;
Sweet nothings of pantomime.
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Sacrifice
Sacrifice all I am,
With a heartbeat to churn,
To slaughter as a lamb;
Myself for your return.
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War
We lived for the sunrise,
Braving though our sorrow,
From a time to despise,
Ne’er to see the morrow.
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Angles
With perfect angles,
Nothing but ideals,
We are in tangles,
With bare souls to reveal.
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Leaves
Many leaves on the river,
Floating nonchalantly by,
For all that they can deliver;
Are passing thoughts without reply.
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