a sea with no beginning
grey days
a bored world
scratches on the vinyl
fingers laced
if I could…
as though in love
(the only thing I liked
was the music)
a naked wind
the Sun dawns spectacular
with the subjugation of the day
and I’m really very sorry…
acquainted with grief
and the loss of innocence
(the only thing I liked
was the conflict)
the poet’s lament
themeless and nowhere
a cascade of crimson
cumulus building
we fugitives of consequence
in this pestilence
such a calamity
in hunger’s tide
(the only thing I liked
was the distraction)
threading time
this immortality is a gift
with pillars of salt
and malarial shivers
should the stars dim their glow?
and so the artist snapped his brush
in variations of mercy
listening to flowers of no perfume
in the anxiety to please
(the only thing I liked
was the Valium)