Petals of the unknown boiled the clouds
flourishing in a gasolene bubbly smoke
lavishing in a contextual melody of good
the lures, those silences of push and pull
trails of the lost signals and flashes of null
the then that became a forgotten tragedy
the now when love twists its curl on a crux
it's all a delusion, a death of an abandoned body
that time when the table was set with love
straws lighted to try and make a heart happy
mercies of dedication and that invested time
tending to the home growns and the late nights
trims of tight, that lost gaze of the lost mercies
standing on the salty stone set to melt, an arrest
as rotten shatters rest on the barren grounds