Left in bodachs of your own rendition
penalty of self turned in on
a noxious clubbing bliss
filled with your enemies
their voices reverberating through partitions
their children diving around in high fronds
stamped where I thought I had opposed
& the intimately failing dioptric luna heart
on the ground dumb where you honour
anima slaughter invisible
intermediate steps its second light
little by little desuetude of blame forgotten
rending sacrifice worth making
the direction of the horses had to be changed
wailed to negative innocence.
Untransparent what the position is
comes out in grief bored dark
voice just shadows desiccated
jealous in bivouacs
of future declined to clamber into one
under pinned breath
the first thing we should have
spoken about & remains
gloomy elksedge partially real
partially pain caroms
& gambols draw a boundary between
hind sites cruel coldnesses i do not
deserve to still ask for love
as some defeated cycle of optimism
rehearsed better off numbing
at the skys napping heart or longing
the best life i am holding you back from
