I have died a juniper bar

I will take this as a moon rise

Seldom in youthful prodigality

Of ingots minus three

...it ran out of petrol...then the camel died and we had to eat marshmallow biscuits surrounded by green monkeys.......:) Edgar

Socratic polemics

In a wilderness

Of waistcoats

Listening to noisy

Cups of coffee

I wander

In a wildreness

Of turquoise monkeys

Each demanding my flesh

Words, words, words

To numerous

That would stain

Upon a drop

The entire floor

Would tarnish

By some vague disgust

A wilderness of turquoise

Yet live an impulse of

Impatient obligation

To decisive differences

Oh' if I could speak the language of his atraction

With a generosity of exchange in bounteous metaphors

Yes and let him be the quality of my oppression

For there is a torture about my words when put to voice

They search for plausible reasons as is such cannot be found

And yet I have a trouble governing my generous impulses

Oh' the inaudible corruption that is my mind, hoping, wishing

Begging for a prosperity of possibilities that will vanquish tears

That I with moral perspectives should  bind a mutuality between us

Invalidating my inadequacies thus find a resolution not in artiface

But in a charmed and beautiful way that shall be the essence of love

Without a prodigality of thought, but each for each, in solemnity of kiss

The cannot hands

Of voluptuous calms

Who wish a difference

To inverted comas

Caress a careless charm

A morbid bridge

Upon me draws

A blackness

Which lays waste

The perfect

Heavenly Harmony

Of Those Spheres

That are now

Made inaudible

By the corruption

Of this life