Nightmares's Booty.

Missing all appointments,
returning, unshaven ,
to a life-proof house,
old, insulted love-poems
in tarnished tatters
clinging to my chest,
leaves in my hair .
Anon, again , a lucent halo,
an erotic silhouette
a flash from yestereves
soft lays a whisper
and ever so coy
sows another dream....

Espirit........

When night cups the peaks,calms the din,
and distant, folds the shore-line in ,
then here , beneath this hallowed roof,
clean __bereft of weft and woof
of tangled threads and fraying seams,
of wakings rude and webby dreams__
here alone , with eucalypti brooding,
I drowsing drink my poisons all,
sink, and swim in a frog-spawned mire
then plaintive hear her crowning call.
Me ,a gruesome grieving ghost,
soft-croon ,anon, with eye-lids wet,
"I know, I know I died, but please ,
please do not write me off just yet...
do not.... write me off....just yet "

Requiem......

In lands where the lilies blew,
and, shy, once, the three dreams met,
there, anon, in anguish mournful,
unloved cupids, amorous players,
soft-peddle their unsold wares.
There stands a broken David,
there a brooding Thinker lost,
bashful, baleful, blue-bell wreathed,
they rueful wail the unpaid cost.
Have they eyes and do not see,
what moths and tapers burning wrought,
in wanton, whoring , wasted realms
bleeding hearts are never bought ?