August Eighth

Chapter One Boy into the West Dawn upon my cloak Urged and so converged were the guns Seeding myself with the rest I broke in the eye of the Sun Settling my mind on the heartless rapist. Time Rasterize the faces So thumb through the annals Purged and so emerged fleshy etchings of this child Breast wheels churn uncertainly Moistened embers dance to the deafening drum Tidal ducts offer piquant waters of the Pacific coffer I arrive on the sands Chapter Two Hole in the Wall Deserted in this mind Hover in and now behind Stare blank up through the ceiling stucco Gathering in the stench of ghastly breath of wine The New Year clothes itself topside Unfashionable walls crush youthful spirit I drink alone, until morning Demons of mine in lethargy Gnawed and sluggish slivers bond my illness Horizons of hues of shapes the girl knowing Waking sweat cools slyly treats itself to my tongue Warmth of girl takes my breath save the end of I prepare God, are you there? Chapter Three Erosion All in the deflection Though his reflection isn't mine Blood in kind of brotherly loving spiteful me We close our doors of aid restraining love I have For angry boys reject the angry drudge Slave to a toilsome loving grudge It is raining erosion Blinding contortion Why in my hands I can't see you yet My rock there I can’t see her stand These matters wash away too comfortably I the destined rock To erode on as grain of sand Chapter Four Facing the Crow Give to the death Long confronting his road Gurge open those words she once clung on Hung from the rope he dove to the end I die decay per diem death Metaling her heart on his mindless last breath I survive only by his hand... T.R.Sevrens