Illusion-Stained Poetry

Sometimes you came naked…
You bloom out of white phosphorus
You bloom out of library shelf
You bloom in my dark melancholy
You bloom in urbane svelte…
You linger with me in the city in luminous street lights
You linger with me in bonfires in certain smoky nights
You linger with me in breathless whistles in unascending blues
You linger in my bedlam of thoughts in reddened hues

Sometimes you came wild …
Sometimes quivering in my litany of words …
Sometimes in slovenly threads
Yet you came, you ached, you massed in me
Crumbled in me an illusion-stained poetry.

Oblivion

I live in a doll’s menagerie

With legitimized breathless walls;

In the dissymmetry of darkness

The albatross flies,

Amassing lanes of fleeting lives;

It’s the stench that came pervading tonight

Drenching my inheritance of oblivion.