Morning crawls
the worm of light
with mucus mists
seeping

Dark drama filled
valleys
and predator dreams
slink
pushpointalism
breath stinging
on flowers awaiting
the warmth
the touch
of majesty sun

take me back cracked
wall and mildewed
tub My room where I wallow
where tommorrow shall
come

feeble the crux this need
surround me like an old fur
let me sniff mermaid
skin like sheen of sequin
tell me of fathoms
and wrecks
and wretched loves
drenched

I arrive before five
when the birds sing alive
and watch traffic
like bees fluxing from the hive
the solder of it
the rush of it

and in the thicket
the hush
the dewy brush
where night
still lingers
stalked by gentle
fingers
stirring with
vivid might
the dreams
before the
break of light