VERSE

I bleed dark blue like yonder moon.

Chafing these journeyed eyes with words,
Sounds that comfort nor soothe not,
I clasp irate lids resolutely with rusty rings,
Just to sieve the light that youth brings.

No use, kindred. No use, I assure you.
These eyes still can see, if only hazily,
The shadows relating the sorry songs
Of the lives we left unlived in our lungs!...

night birds glide through thickened dark skies

I pour this heart out on pulp,

that senseless season to sell passes with design