espresso brown
meltwater cold
his timber crib
amid the holt

wax paper white
sage honey warm
this brightly gleaming
newly-born

still innocenceless
in a sense
the wiselad calls
his first demands

as champagne seeps
through closed up pores
"the pleasure - mine
the colour - yours."

of all the names to keep in sight
yours are the sharpest
denoise and watch us reunite
the ones that are just
belittled, fleeing underbreath
the rathe arrivers
recount the signs that have been dealt
a lifetime prior

trialed with love on better times
fruitlessly frantic
for apter notes or fitter rhymes
some order, planted
uncoiling subjects from your hand
as if you're equal
in reach for the desicion-man
the drudging eagle.

keep dancing on your master's knees
no questions uttered
miss not to arm yourself with these
heels bent to cut her
denoise and ler her understand
this aimless evil
in reach for the desicion-man
the taunted eagle.

me, others
all of my kin
aching
nearly cracking
all through this drunken state
we
time and time again
get stuck in
and still
i am inclined to
try and reclaim what's lacking
or, better yet
persist some more, if i can
if not
i shall no longer
keep the black in
like if i were
some kind of squid
or, maybe, i don't know
a *******
clockwork
kraken

there is a monk
his bed of rocks
i miss him
every time he talks

there is a monk
his box of oak
i've missed him
every time we spoke

there is a monk
his home of stone
i'll miss him
when i'm on my own