Staunch, fat, biting gold.

I lay my name through, tooth.  

To ruler engraved crown for crown.

Have a friend shill a coin to the ferryman when I pass away.

Smelling poppies on latent days rubbed drably against misty eyed strangers the made come.

Visions of you, like breaking devaneio at dawn.

Scrolling ordinals under the digital skylight begging God’s credit by the water.

Our round faces pawning tailored passions now read merry of habits.

Now hung loose fit we became the plastic cultists.

It’s all so ******* passe.

If only blood rushed echoes to rest in, ear.

In life we vainly crashed fleets of words abroad of each other's connection.

In attempt to capture by proxy this lacunas.

Slouched about rooms now left empty of the inhabitants whose taste once raided inside them.

Bare it well.

You.

Devaneio.

You.

Casting shade for former particle existence.

Estranged of the salience there beneath the birch limbs uplifted whispers.

Star gazing.

A lame thief I let sleep in my eyes.

Like laundered thought, my fingers playing here a note in banners painted fade.

I wish I could paint it cracked in oil and gouaché.

Wispy slaps past almost ad victoriam.

If only it was standing on legs, Our offerings wouldn’t go unanswered.

So queer it is, thy personage a burden—
To expect it should carry me, taking flight as sordid mount, crisp and toppling azure.

For my woes upon my head, a crown laden with knowledge I needn’t have known,
Now within a spoiled moment acts heathen, not minding the very second could *****,
Blotting out the day's starlight, and then might find me sent to bed without supper.

Alas, fair madam, you have gum on thy shoe, Pointing to my bruised hands bent, toiling in attendance on present affairs, are the culprits.

Anticipating the purchase of new stamps, dawning now on me, I owe previously to another in lieu my lament.

I knew my apologies get arrested in my absence, To explain in a sentence your wait, I ask you post-judgment & of thy forgiveness, Have ready as is writ here the purchase in my hand.

Questions to actions answered in view of my behavior.

As is, I coming back through the door, a dour affair.

In supposition I see needing to shoulder it again.

You found new lodging for another part, stealing it away from my line of sight.

Split twain in even halves, I expectant a change come blowing through the window,
Lofting in us a difference in the day to day we so frequently inhabit with our dole.

Thy yawn squalled menace is cherry in repeat with flat glass eyes, A cast of daggers conspires to lay me under stone daily, When inquiring of it how much was mine.

Taken as I, robbing you at hold up from the stage, and ball you up in keep of ransom,
Once fiduciary complete, make me king of the dead.

In its flint-pitched face, past the lichen, sat lettered "Only asking"— My response,
and I beneath it.

Be it in any other than that it is that I, in turn, bare the part lacking to purchase it,
Seeing now you would ****** indiscriminately at the items, Taking whole and complete the all of it thyself.

For as much as I’ve lain my part to it, be receiving back effective that vantage capital of gated mansions.

For oft will I do, will then I throw red-handed lighting. A viper hissing in spirit,
in truth, while in keep a horde hath you sowed, stole away one land over.

So now I set tracking you, traveling in it belated and absent, Henceforth an ardent sanctuary to attend thine cadavers' needs until next week's payday.