collectively at ease
a fallow mind refurnished
your voice a siren
and mine mortar
for one more broken home

confusion lasts
no monuments to better times
each dream
a squandered luxury
each night
a lifeless play

the moon caresses bloodless cheeks
i sank
you vanished
we collapsed

at first glance
undeserving
a pile of bones
entrapped by love
its shape alone
a dubious definition
it cannot run
is left instead
confused and bitter
tempted

this mess my designated world
i reprimand myself
through you

Turn on.* He preached,
A psychodelic mantra.

Turn off, I rejoin.
Recharge your battery.
Hear the place.
Don't skip out.

Tune in,
That's what he proclaimed,
Like a hallelujah chorus.

Tune out, I respond.
Extract the buds, and smell the flowers.

Drop out, his litany ended.
Alone, or with drop outs?
Distances and depths vary.
But his voice carried.

Drop by, I invite. Stay awhile.
Have a cup of Yorkshire Gold,
And walk in the garden,
With me.