through the mist this nose exhales a fresh fog
iced and clingy, a heartening chill it emits around,
it fosters a trepidation of an unfolded discouragement
its gritted teeth house more than just shadows
an obscene yell blows a fouls steam about ears
a fuse gone and an annoyance that pesters is angry
a shaking fists rage will swing as a dark night
this bulb has blown violent, a bad charge, succinct
this life you lead is a road map not to use
wrapped in a seclusion of trees and fields
you veer off to a winding dirt path
nothings clear cut when adders hiss
at best my ocular perceptions are subtly bigoted
bringing a spring of comfort from a shapely calve
a dip in the crease of my flagrant disregard
a positive loop and an exhaled amen to that grunted
the howl of loneliness is stilted and emotional
you drove me to insanity and back in your silver cloud
when you said all the numbers on the wheel add up to 666
a heavy sigh poured with a wink from a reckless pair of eyes
these nightmares of endurance hold me in tremble
I lose my verve when I dream of me young
when my world began to shine a black matt finish
and beguiled flautists led me astray with aplomb
a misty early morning forest of terror
that whispers like a lost islands dread
I fear no man nor death or rain
but the child in me houses the dead
and its coal never burns nor will its glow ever be felt
it sits in the galley of my minds eye
its heat always pelts and its continual flames dance
a magnificent conduit of contradiction