her face her face
i fall into her gaze: she pulls me in with the sombre gravity
of her eyes those soft brown eyes
that close and open
open
close
shut tight
the petals of a daisy flinching at the night
harsh bright light flinching delight
as she bites
pink tipped strawberry tongue surrounded
by the white gates of Heaven
or maybe my Hell
A Hell that could take a bite of my lip
Will bite tight
snap
Shut
lips closed eyes open
I am open
she opens me like a Daisy opens for the sun
I am searching searching searching
for something
for anything
I am a lost sailor drowning in the salty tears a mermaid cried
all the men she loves are lost
I search for her
My light house
But she closes
Bud-like
she is the End of summer
the eternal Summer of her gaze
I wilt
droop
die.

Today
Sunday
Slows

Today
Apathy
Grows.

Today
Indolent
Desires

­Today
Scarecrows
Stand

Today
Talents
Wane

Today
Numbness
Reigns­

Today
Sloth
Drove

Today
Just
Froze

Today
Good
Failed

Today
Evil
Grows


All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing.
Edmund Burke

As eyes dwell shut, my lingering rest arrives rushed
Sole desire of mine to roam, lost endlessly in darkness
Yet obligations are appointed, I must not give in pushed
by vile and lethargic pine for sleep deprivation, my harness