Moonshine full upon our seas

Evening breeze sweet beckoning

Reach below, within me deeply

Move me in movements deep tidal pools,

Acquiescing the air a kiss or two.

Inside where we’re wet with need,

Drown me in your love.

Obedient wife
lowers her gaze and herself.
Her tears: rain on grass.

So, instead of words,
Lovebirds should try simple
Silent Adoration.

Silver spoon-fed fixations

Littered wasted City,

Unliving concrete habits

Mean street habitations

Blackened foil, thin rabbits

Syringes and broken glass,

Cigarette butts with

Felatio-Red lipstick stains

The age-rings of Sin City,

Like great trees

Of iron

A bright forest of filthy.

Hate & taint in between city,

Homelessness and transience

Broken system without pity

Hell's ****** relations,

Silver Spoons

Feeds fixations...

I see you lie

With that pop-eye

Mad ******’

Ready to bite

Haunch body in a strange shape

Warped

Rictus

Stretch-faced

Full of ugly

Hate

A deformity

To those who most

Resemble

To the assembled ghosts

A disfigurement

Within

I see you...

(Withering)

Her age, the years
She's collected upon her wrinkled hands
Memories flickering
As she traces the decades and
Almost a century
Upon the mirror she faces
The graying of Grace
When left to it's own devices
How loneliness slowly
Feeds off the tears recollection
Becomes malady & enemy
She abandons tracing her years by finger
Retract mental claw,
Rather without reason instead
Gaze into her own eyes
A reflection from whence she recognizes the youth she was
The beautiful the newness
Of awe, not fear,
A life she reflects upon ..  
At the ends of our dreaming, at the edge of it's landscape...
The unknown, why fear ? Flying not toward death
But wake to a new breadth...

Like a colony
Of ants--sin city in heat,
Hive of hyper queens.