What tonight? Is the night
my darkest
treading salty breezes in alleys
buoyed by soliloquies
westwardly blown and transverse sway on whitecaps
and sonnets?

Or my course steady hardy trod
on and straight
in haste of promise
or youth mistake?

Blue, bay and sing attention my way,
two by two,
one day the rain stopped
and unfairly, naturally lost I
would... i did...
chaotic as ever,
and had no regret!