When Poets Die

SOLO TERRAINS UNBOUND,

GILDED WITH OMBRE,

OF SIMMERING SIN 

BEYOND A SKY

I KNEW.

SOLO SANES, 

JOINT DISJOINT,

TENDERLY SOMBRE.

OYESTERS ARE MY STARS,

COVETED LIGHT LULLING ME TO SLEEP,

AWAKE;

 I SIT UP,

I SEE, I KNOW, 

BUT NONE DO.

MINIONS ARE THE TOWERS,

OF SOLO MIGHT,

AS STARS SPY

THIS SOLO NIGHT.

WOODS WILT

 IN A REAPED YEAR,

LARKS MOAN,

AND HEARS THE PALLIO WIND,

 PILFERING SOLITUDE.

NIMBUS THERE, A NIMBUS HERE,

TO AND FRO

THE TITTERS GROW.

FELLOW, FELLOWS,

HERO, HEROES,

MAKE ME MAN, 

MAN TO SEEK,

MAN TO RISE,

A MAN OF SIZE.

BELUS!

LORD UNTO LAND;

CARE FOR THE COY,

GENTLE: YOUR BENZENE BLUE

COAT OF SPITE

AND NUGGET BROWN 

YOUR SHOE

GENTLE TOO.

BELUS!

 LORD

HEAR THE COY.

BALOCH, MY TONGUE

BELUS, MY WORD

ART MY FAITH

MAY IT BE HEARD.

JOCO ME, A LIE TO BE.

VERSE OF FAME,

THROUGH ATHEIST'S EYE,

SEDATES .

LACERATES.

JIBE OF FILTH AND

THWARTED GUILT,

BLINDS LIFE.

SO LET IT.

AND I GULP THE LAST

ON A SOLO NIGHT------

……..AS HERE

THE GRITTY CITY; 

REGAINS MIGHT.