Devaneio

Staunch, fat, biting gold.

Lay my name through, tooth.

The ruler engraved crown for crown.

Have a friend shill a coin to the ferryman when I pass away smelling the poppies.

On latent days rubbed drably against misty-eyed stranger's hope.

Visions of you, like breaking devaneio at dawn.

Scrolling ordinals under digital skylight begging God’s credit by the water.

Round faces pawning tailored passions read merry of habits.

Hung loose fit becoming plastic cultists.

So fucking passe.

Vainly crashing fleets of words abroad of each other's connection.

An attempt to capture by proxy the aditus.

In rooms now left empty of the habitats we once raided.

Only blood rushing now echoes to rest in, ear.

Bare it well.

You.

Devaneio.

You.

Casting shade for former particle existence.

Estranged from the salience neath the birch limbs uplifted whispers.

A lame thief I let sleep in my eyes.

Like laundered thought, fingers playing here a note in banners painted fade.

Cracked in oil and gouache.

Almost slaps Ad Victoriam.