poetry

with or without among or apart the delta is naught for even in revelry osmosis is defunct a spirit unstirred attend the broken glass the enveloping mists solitude beckons

amid the weald he wends to seek audience; through his teeth seep virtue while the swell sings the scandal of his birth; a prostrate flight to a copse anew he is embraced and he embraces amid the weald

an ardent accomplice — a moth drawn to the flame, a flight from the mundane — feared the fate of Icarus ram or lion the pride is his; he consults the stars and snuffs the flame

but the light shines from you it bursts through the steam of that first diner brew but I spill it at my feet till I’m a ship at sea your argent glow reveals you as the moon lighting my way and could I ever find home were it not

a decrepit hovel begotten of love once a place of comfort now a spectral husk a wistful flame beckons the smiles of yore but alas this house is not a home