Fickle Nights Unadorned

Aural pleasures span the darkest caverns,

Unearthing scenes dispatched to furthest nooks recessed beyond the transcriptions filtered in mundane,

Blind to tumults spawned by inconvenience spared, the watch spins in sternward approbation, coveting a valance oft ignored, tempering uneven folds with carcasses of lost oases

Curdled regurgitation spindles up the larynx cold, smothering voice with misplaced improprieties, discourse measured in startling degrees—calculations that once seemed so grand, retrospectively tense at the thought of invisibility shunning predication

Feral codes bewildered through mismanaged indiscretion, cultured by the harbingers of satiety, wilting pomades and soft-etchings embedded superficially upon the iris of the third eye,

Focus has been condemned

To a hazy retro-gradated piercing

Born from unsubstantial illumination,

Built beneath the corroded buttresses deemed unfit for the staging of this or any other…emptying out

This theatre with handbills piled at the door.

I haven't written anything in quite sometime, but found this on a notepad I wrote a while back and thought I'd post it.