Syntax.

i hold the warmth closer

It seems a memory past

That though has done the distance

Yet remembers the kiln

That stoked its embers sweet

Its honey dripping lips

Bidding farewell

That keeps nostalgia still

Bleeding its red art

Sparkling like bits of sand

That now breathe of

Mortar and concrete

Dreams that spent life recalling

How the hungry waves

Had fed at every hour

Every minute, and so on

Because now you realize

That how an echo howls

And keeps the dialogue going

But with itself

For though crashing they are

And coursing as they scream

A faltering drop of blue

Like some grim punctuation

Hanging in space

Inhaling the vacuum;

Exhale.

Blue Blooded

i wash my face in the mirror

And watch in its million drops

Reflections warped to behold

Or another mask Rorschach

The ink lay panting spilt

On white reams untouched

The strands soaking by turns

Immuring obscurity of facts

And out came rushing tumbling

With emptiness the words

Their shells a hollow cocoon

Of dreams that diaphanous were

That glistened in my harsh gaze

Like a rainbow painted bubbles

Pricking the sun.

i watch them drift asunder

In the flickering strands of breeze

That leaves me gasping again

For my claustrophobic reverie

That chokes me bit by bit

To squeeze the remnants of-

A splattered day, a chance meeting

And all those voiceless thoughts

That kept piling in a corner quiet

Because i never knew where

Does solitude of the world seep

To but sprout its tendrils here;

Here where the variegated moss

Of your life en-homes my dungeons

Seeping in its quaint moisture

And draws its hopeless art.