Lucid eyes dream glaze
breathe sugar musk of love and lust...

Waking--
there are wolf tracks...

The decline of civilization is
angels ejaculating their rage...

Love is a many splintered thing,
shards shock like tiny bolts...

Needle whiskered purple flowers
touch me who dares...

The dying gasp
of the last poet...

You want to create new words
to describe these feelings and...

I. the fade
the wind is a fast car to nowhere...

With a wild stagger
the slender wind slices...

Wax and incense waft on window breeze
candle flame flickers shadows...

I tasted autumn tonight
though it's only the middle of summer...

What to do next
didn't seem to matter...