A mystical mirage of emotion
silences waves, that crash over...
Your clothes are packed and stored away,
My own where yours had been...
Is it blood or wine
that dyed the holy rivers...
Martyr - red painted hands
Opiates silence the pain...
In the still of the twilight
I held your hand...
Along the boulevard medium
(we call it the neutral zone...
The sunset warning
to which i heed...
Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads...
My mind visited today,
imagining walking over...
And...
as a rusting boat slouched sulkily...
I've known for some time now
that writing has given me the strength...
If I could build
a wall...