The crunch of frost gave way beneath my feet
As the morning sun fought off the stubborn mist...

To breathe in woe and then bemoan the...
Can bring no kind of sympathy or peaceful rest...

When lilies and dahlias
thrived on my grief...

~~~~~
My muses are the furrowed fields...

...I am amputated from reality,
and pain-drenched wailings swim...

I longed for lust but only found
A map to love and pain...

I have craved you. Between the
rushes that blow blissfully along...

These ancient manuscripts hold only hurt
But still I write what has befallen me...

I floated -
on the placid peripheries...

"Benevolent Joe", because you don't know
the damage he's yet to bequeath and bestow...