It was late fall in October
when I lost my heart in
the eastern rivers, the smell
of dying chemistry above me,
lost lovers wandering in lonely
lanes, slow squalling sounds
deafening my existence,
black ravaging hurricanes
tormenting my dreams, as I
tried to silence your love inside
my soul.  Deep shifting diction
hung in the shadowed sky,
heartbroken oceans screamed in
hard swollen depths, brutal bruises
beyond itself, withdrawn distances
unreached, bleeding reasons and
broken breezes, a vivid green
beat blazing a hardened death.