Sedate Reconciliation

It happened again.
The quest for reason
Futility

Really,
The chains were too tight now
Rust
Foster-child
Damn!

Constant sitting
No grass
When, if ever
Speed. Oh the speed.

Linen,
Muddled memories
Why not?
No more.

Taste it
Addiction is key
Now the door opens.

White peacocks
Poets
Wicked ice

Cheer comes
The scythe of pleasure
Cherries

A conversation
Pure passion
Paper against paper
Sweet inked kiss

The bus arrives
Love
One stop only
Melancholia

The stone never turns
Let it go
Throw

Rampant dreams
Wood angles
Music sounds
The scissor listens

The rose cries
Caffeine
Restoration
Bloom

Ramifications underway
The apple is presented
Fascist mud
The cards fall

June’s glory
Snow
Minuscule black
Bones

Selling trees
Mystery lives
Mercenary
The fig tree

Repose comes.
Pardon reprieve
The mind still recalls,
Speed. Oh the speed.

All In Vein

The hand was like a conductor’s baton. Blood flowed like notes. Only sweeter. Much much sweeter.

They slithered below. Demanding crimson. The hand reminisced. Silent capitulation

Hunger prevailed despite. Pain. Lathered and warm.

A terminal endeavour. The last genuflection. A steadily throbbing palm.