*****, it seemed,
From waves
Thrown off enraged
Moonbeam's gaze
(dripping suicide)-
Harsh eyes of this purity.
Vessel of Law
In her impersonality,
Jag notching June hours
Crimson
Muttering mumbles of an
Orgasming pigeon
By Agamemnon's grave.

Geometries of smoke
In which the violent
Of this town
Seek out their
Lucidities
Where rage's mute exile
Stares
Through arrogance as masks
At auguries found in
*****'s morning shades of
Hopsital, puke's
Colour spectrums
For oblivion.

Ambivalence

Drapes over excrement

And roses,

Shrouds down

Ashes and perfume

And your wrist

Above Nineteen Eighty Six

All salt and adrenaline

Crimsoning in syrup,

Aporia clenching down

A fist.