Don’t soon forget
the rest of it
the beginning
and end
of you
the through
and through
of Timbuktu
out there
in the view
the horizontal
stew
the west
of here
the left of fear
beating the
drum of your ear
louder
and louder
near and dear
to your heart
of hearts
the dart
that missed
the eye
of the bull
full of everything
but soul
and now …
a mess
left
festering
feverish
and fit
to tie
released
to die
on it’s
own accord
fall on the
sword
of irony
spitting venom
at tyranny
till the stars
consume
what’s left
of the black
mighty night
goodnight
my love
… goodnight