his counterfeit weapons left sordid depressions
in my chest cavity depravity of days Mays are
always a ghost of hopeful renegades that laid
on flannel blankets under lazy marble moon
buffoons somewhere scratch heads until they bleed
at the stolen lies they have left unconfessed
forgot to be blessed by that golden crest
of humanities best nomadic rest in centuries
penitentiaries of thought that wrought
despair in the lot of forests fraught with
draught caught aflame by baby frames
of fright fire cast asunder a blunder of taken
time where is mine when I tempt
those I ought not consider or remember
but I cost a frost of crops each time I
creep into the future of my lines trying
to hypnotize frozen souls polls of limber
minds the pines wave in their mines of
gold that foretold the dismemberment
of family calamity until eye saw peace
in the forlorn eyes of dark clouds drifting
alone above pastures of sheep ruminating
on single rows of untilled earth rectangular
prisms of squares unware of the perpendicular
purpose of the electric fence that so often
shocks my name in the heart of pain that
remains so prominent in the monument of
pity that I have watered with tears and
shed light upon in stolen prophecy wind
upon my spirit drenched back in the garden
of art and informal conformity Normandy
so stretched that the missals of the crystals
that remain calm like stagnant waters
dismissal of every healthy bristle of
thistle Lilith where have you been hiding
in the bleak woods of Asphodel
behind thorny bushes that made you
bleed free the need to conquer me
in the sublimity of sleep I awoke
and saw the smoke of your essence
that caresses more intensely each
time I am present and alive thriving
for obscurity purity of tragedy and
blooming opportunity where humanity
shatters like stained glass in the cathedral
of past generations stations of developed
virtue scientifically proven to move them
the masses such asses sometimes in some
lines of people with pockets full of cash
and acid waiting to unload the package
that so easily attaches to the veins
until it becomes your cane tour a sort
of war birthing wounded worriers
carrying navy bags with azure emblems
pilgrims soon they will find
the tomb of salvation faith
dispels the wraith that craves
your destruction don't call me
crazy as I play back the tape
that defines your silhouette
on the dining room table that extends
blends into the gluttonous gloom
of worn out shoes that she just
bought last month with dismaying
fingers because she is without
a home a loan of money she is
denied capital crimes that mimes
mime in the sordid streets
of false alibies when will we
love and weep among the dead
dandelions that we gently
blow into oblivion to peer into
Eden we think in our own lives
that we owe the landlords when
they demand the rent of evil deeds
that stampedes like mustangs over
mavericks rolling down the dirt roads
contemplating their business a miss
among thieves fragmenting burnt
orange leaves crunching under my
feet another home exorcised of fighting
for each their own beautiful home
that doesn't mean nothing although
they deem it something the gilded war
the vicious store of hate that depletes
the elite so full with sores that bore
them so they medicate with an ill-chosen
fate that creates paradoxes Pandora
boxes that hide foxes clad with empirical
doctrines that unwillingly deceive the devil
himself as he fastens a noose around you
the one who consents to the nonsense
that makes scents non-existent makeshift
dilapidated houses miles of walking without
talking and now I'm miles away in silence
the stalking blues that make me moan
like a whore turning blue from the heroine
that she played like a hand of cards folding
with a hand full of diamonds because she
was greedy with sustenance that combusted
in her gnarled hands and I saw Rome in candles
shooting fire across the land meditating
the desert and drugs and how they go
hand-in-hand everyday without stop
does anybody comprehend the simplicity
of the earthen floor of this mote that
encompasses the castle and adjacent
ruinous bridge made of straw where
good men are made to crawl into ranting
pubs of decadence feigned tides
that disrupt the shore.