SWEET music hungry waves
/a loud flight of birds\
sunlight before my dark shades of dimmed
complexity, — /all memories beating against
the shores of sands ebbing through yellow
foilage of my heart’s bent alder-waist
, an image caught within my biolight –>
regret, melancholy honey by
99F of a distant murmur of dried moist
black mittens held by hungry kittens:
feed me feed these mouths of
murderousClaws agate, ?she hid?
in the other too finding sweetness
–>
eyes of gold and onyx
my ex-mistressess — muite and screaming
from the depths of all their graves
echoing a voice, I raise!
:: 06.15.2020 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 