Breath
Mortality is the tell-tale clock
sewn within a cavity of heart
Inexorable mechanism
'Pestis eram vivus--
moriens tua mors ero.'
Philosopher & physic
Susceptible still
Cannot incantate against
The affliction of breath
'Cogito Ergo Sum.'

He calls me crazy, but at least he calls
This lacks the tremulous novelty
More an ache endured
To the azure of his eyes
Am I now inured?
How oft I prayed for surcease
But passion run cold
Is a dear-bought peace.

Fisher-King
Only the spear which wounds can heal
Another sacrament of sorrow
Pour the wine & let the blood flow
Your wisdom dissolves in vinegar
Such is the taste of consolation
The succor of embalming kisses

Briars
I left you there,
You let me go,
Caught within our cinema;
One standing still,
One turning wheel,
Spindle, thread, skein to skin
I'm pricked & dead.
What distance now evades my sleep,
That I am left & you have turned,
Sorrow sown is mine to reap.
Alone, as I would be, have been,
The engine idled as I wept,
Noxious peace overcrept.
Not hundred years nor all your tears,
Could this beauty wake.
What distance now evades my sleep
That I am left & you have turned
Sorrow sown is yours to reap.

Disciple(ne)
This is an exercise in letting you go;
Kept stale dusks of your cigarette breaks
A cadence let slip from the mouth of God
But mostly, the etching of a glance.
Suspended, a desiccated rose flawed by eternity
Blood will not keep the veins as dust does yours
Life needs must wilt or be hung.

His path is gallows borne
Where the soulless seek Lethe
Nightly 'til morn