Running thru the endless days
To sit still upon the minute nights
Finding and losing all ways
To grasp at time’s cherry delights.
Saving rhymes and chaos of a tenuous
past,
Like stones stowed into measured baggage,
Heavy; strident verse packed into sage
adage
To sink like weighted tomes to sea’s
depth; Vast!
The long yellow pier with splintered
plank
Excludes no one of the wickedly desired shank.
Nor of the gentle touch of the holy ghost.
Unless and until one accepts that
perpetual host.
Behind thee the storm’s dark clouds chase
Crying out for reasons for this chastened
base.
Pray! Pray, pray for dawn’s bless
For all sins forgiven demand the damned
confess.
Peer into the shadows of the grey
Where chary forgiveness of an idyllic quiet
stay.
And then too – scream with cursing desires;
Exploding like wretched waves from the inferno’s fires.
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