Sunday, June 12, 2011

Cherries in Binary Desires








 

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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