Lost in a mire of vomit
cascading hair hangs in drabs
yesterday’s pajamas
have forgotten what day it is

The rolling sea
lurches with wave
after relentless wave
and the light fractures
a rainbow of tears

Sullen nights stretch
into half lit days,
shadowy afternoons
are haunted by dreams
of sunlit beaches
and Tuscan ghosts

Dragging a towel
a change of pajamas
into the breach,
I am cleansed

But I still feel
like death has
me in his maw,
shaking...

wove fingers
dexterity slender
the light like a
morning decoy

mist upon the
shine
of your most peculiar
aura
like the poplar dew
on its life stirring
in its evening voice

dusk an embrace
of your power
you slake a shoulder
to the last breath
of sun
soft like a luxurious fire
basking in the moons
powder light

your dark hair
with ribbons
of luster

Sure you stare
I gaze at you
as you stare
then watch you take off
with your lovely pair
despite not much hair

in any case I'm bald
I don't care who
at my head does
gaze or stare

as long as they leave my balance hair
I'd love their stare.
take care

yours too!!!
I seem to share...

lurid
blitz bulb burn
the dry dust beam
bling

chrome fridge charmed
handles
and bleeding aubergine candles
patchouli
dampness in summer season
cotton for deck chairs
fading
the makeshift bed
by the cellar sleeping
furnace
just the flicker light
gas rumble
of the water tank
the laundry faucet
leaking
the water drain
running an underground
torrent when the rains
thunder outside the
old bungalow geasy
tri pane