Careless Moments

I should have grinned when morning came Atop posts of gaping day, with lunatics Humming dirges of a broken world. I remained glued to my gloom. Rising from the pit of hell, I held Concupiscent cats hostage. The course of their waning speed of flight Harmed my precisions. From a boanerges' point of view, Fierce elocution dampened by grey voids of Unassailable haunts cripple the badinage of Myths celebrated at dawn's memorial. I weep through the voice of an alcove's Muted spirit, one grace, forlorn and dew-wet, Re-christened at sable-draped ceremonies. Haunted by such recurring whims of deliberate Schisms by harridans, I crawl on both knees, Filching webs atop crests of arachnids. I should have waved siesta's flag at 3 P.M. Lush vagaries of new-sprouted greens yield to the Mockery of phlogiston, Leaving behind banters from drunken laughters, Crackles from prostituting fires, meek and ailing, And hells of sweat from my aching head.