Doctrine

Show me the byway to universal truth--
a belief beyond the onyx of the sky,
beyond the allegories of wasted youth.

Widow

This is such sweetness, so vile.
Us. Disambiguous.
Pouring whispers as though
from ewer to ear,
spilling from mind to sound,
mouth to mound.

Rue For You

Shine on, your disguise--
your temple of a contrived creation;
a helical hellion
hoping to arrest attention.

Patron

Grant me
this promise I bestow to you
whilst hungry for thought;
a gnawing on a twin reflection.

New Town

The misting rain closed
the day's twilight perfection
as we sank with the sun--
too dark for rainbows, yet
too light for the spurious…

Almost Sunday

Reading the past,
your postcards from promenades,
whilst listening to Morrissey
by the sea,
with the voice of memory.

Running From The Sun

Peace will come, my dear, with fear,
when we fire our arrows into the heart of the climbing sun.

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