weary rise
patina soft

and light falls in
sideways

evaluation
all consideration
costs

turn mists to humid
sunrise

The curve of night
is sleeping

and beams of stars
have gathered

where happiness
lived

the glow sham
curtain dreams
are sliding

drawing a breadth
where livid light
will splice

ocular transmittance
these image jaunts
fall like random whispers

snug up the buckle
suck a breath
and swift away the false
premonitions
cacophonous limp

slender wrist twitch
thrown care

from the edge of that bony hip
but I baby
dont scare

how you love
black thick
a stare of night

calamities tryst

You try so hard to be someone
then you forget what you've become.
Your day job is a constant frown,
your diadem, a leaded crown.

You strut the streets with oppulence,
yet are not paid your recompense;
you lie, you cheat, just to get by.
alone, you're broken, and you cry.

The world's a stage, but not for you.
You cannot ignore what is true:
You are a broken destitute,
at best, a mental prostitute.

Why wither, when you can regain
the treasure that you still disdain?

Transform seeds into a plantation
spread upon the wings of the earth
a real heaven,
where these spread
to become gold
in the markets to be sold

the greenery vast
outspread
is like an angelic beauty behold,
the eye is the judge of all things scenic
long distant grasses grow
as the sun does beckon
to see
it metamorphose
as the chlorophyll turns
from green to gold
human lives to creation are sold
as they turn seeds into fodder
in the markets
to be exchanged for gold