OPHELIA, LEAVES, SON & SILK

ophelia, leaves, son & silk
chlorine dreams
the mad stifled witness
we are reaching for death
on the end of a candle
we are trying for something
thats already found us
last words, out.
***
This place is damp & ghostly
I am already gone
And the halls were lined with the disembodied
And dustly wings, which fell from flesh
Gasplessly.
And I go where the trees go
And I walk from a higher education
For now, and for hire.
It beats me but I do not know

I do not know.
Palaces and storm clouds,
The rough & the straggly sage & the smoke
And the way it will come together
In quietness, and in time
***
Long days of wanting you
living in fear
shedding a tear for you
Long nights of pasty face tunes
echo in rooms
filling with gloom for me