these winds have no chords tonight
drifting over a prairie of loneliness
knotting corded thoughts of nostalgia
onto tumbleweeds of emptiness

weaving darkness follows dusk
as incomplete eyes silently search
canyon phantasms in moonlit cascade
there faint wisps of fog bank perch

astride a hairy back, climbing mule
rides this; only a monkey's whimpering
Shh-e, Titania, waits there for you
heirloom among musk rose whispering

play, upon deaf, thorny ear cactus
time does stream, grooved, disjointed desire
in this wasteland of a singular tactus
caught in swaying affections in heart's briar

-cec