dawn crawls up the floor
to my room
my echoed chamber
full of you

I can feel my pockets full
the soft sweet dampness
hanging on straining
wire with shoulders slumped

we wore lives in radiant expulsion
transfiixed and fickle
while radiator spoke her
murmur messages throughout the
past
and snowflakes ticked against our
glass

ravage our heat supple and savage
we crash catatonic
all verve and nerve
and slip into streams
the oblivion fields
sheltered and tossed
with the flag of hope lost

morning crawls
weeping delicious tears
burning off the walls
refracted and dull

tracing horizons
in my head
the haunted landscapes
that you've said

leaving behind just
three cigarettes
of Du Mauriers
and your childhood
Ouija board