Depths of Moon

I do not want sweet pretty poems Of unmarked sky where fancies roam Give me the bones of ghosts to haunt Sweet pretty poems, I do not want I've had enough of gilded gold Whose pretense of value is sold Until blunt plainness calls its bluff Of gilded gold, I've had enough My bent soul knows dark luscious gloom Exotic agony which blooms In savage tears of volcanoes Dark luscious gloom, my bent soul knows In want I wait for depths of moon Alluring beyond shallow noon Mystique only midnight creates For depths of moon, in want I wait. 6/05/20