each new verse
only seems to
exaggerate the
unseemly shades
of madness which
color the world
where i wake up
with your name
honey on my tongue
only to feel you
fade away in the
jealous rays of
the sun who could
never match your
effervescent and
easy perfection

each new verse
illuminates aches
no matter how much
i imbibe to deaden
the constant and
indignant bombardment
the only thing to
grow numb is hope
as every nerve flares
in the salinity of
dream’s inversion