"gauzes" poems
I'm excavating strained crevices in complete caves of royal silence,
A coil of better-left-behinds trail me
Frail me,
Bear in mind that I'm to blame.
Brute valor left undervalued
Caliber I drowned to death in her
A messenger of baptized alibis
Who am I who am I
Distant soundscapes of times ago
Blue-light memories aglow
I thought this was what I wanted…
If (only) I told you all my vaulted causes,
My daunted losses haunted with flaunted gauzes
I could have had what I always daydream of
But the day seems to have, still, just begun.
Apr 19, 2013
Apr 19, 2013 at 4:46 AM UTC