Red glaucoma eyes
dry itchy blurred cornea
seize a sunset drop
maybe from a glass of wine
too many too see clear

Tears blur the vision
are these tears for the sunset
or are they for you
beautiful as it maybe
the tears are for both of us

My love remember
it was me that held your heart
draining the life blood
weak in the knees, falling short
of the balance between us

a gusts flame......an eyes
mated fire,
meted torch; touch endeared
flint torque

heartbeat pugilist
colliding hermitage
from snake covulated
stream silhouette

juniper evergreen
desires....fiery venomous
jaffar nascent
foretaste sun nibbles

bliss brine of the corporeal...nuptial
and the bleeds rose healed

The darkness woke Digit in his room
He knew he would have to wander soon
The Ramadan in Eastside he chose to hide
To find for his sharpened blade a bride

It was a cool evening in full swing
Digit left to do his nasty thing
To the prime of the city he did go
On the Metro he would start his show

Greeting the gate keeper as he smiled
Don’t worry you are safe my child
Let me catch a train to anywhere
Let’s see a ticket to butcher and scare

A tasteful spectacle
To the point
With vivid imagery I assure you
Which closed with a strange sadness
Leaving you happy in the stomach,
But distraught in the mind.
And alas
As the curtain fell
I clapped dearly in my heart
But all that was heard
Was my indifferent cough
Those who had laughed most enthusiastically,
Left the quickest,
And I,
Was now somewhat offended,
For crime had been committed against the arts,
I turned to my beloved cohorts to say,
“Did you like it?”