evening - a clarity
 
how the warm that should have been
has turned to cold
 
how the common toadflax creeps
covering cracks which refuse conformity
 
I should all the cherry blossoms mesh
I should the violentness-led visions lose
 
instead the lady’s mantle guttations
coalesce and pushes blessed its many connotations
 
a swarm a myriad filthy ashtrays
crescendoing behind lash-to-lashes
 
dream back-led as rain fades
and the blades of childhood’s bitterness
 
how told once again
and once gained how old
 
lips that should have kissed
that would hold secrets