The corner of Despair and Regret
with a gray thought her singular tale
a distinguished title of blood and foam
Fetus of feeling no more
eyes never looking aft but
oblige a tree auditor
across the street
footfalls across
wet streets
hellish regrets of
that unknown giant
of all words i stalk
is despair the trembled unknown
whose slippery body is Death’s
greatest pal; a young woman within
an older male’s path –> sweet slow
animal fearsomely who do keep her
Sunday flower.
:: 08.29.2020 ::
