curving folds of drapes 
hang from suspensory winds 
letting fatal leaves flutter 
through doorway afflictions 

...floodgate addictions 


this room depicts 
grey shade surrealism 
and grass shore shallows 
as the rope constricts 
around necks of realism 
with hands holding hollow 
laughter at the conflicts 
lives that slaughter idealism 
and drink the flood that swallows 

...dance the blood that wallows 

soiled and severed ties 
and buried remnant affections 
plucking the heart-strings gate 
stricken scars raised to skies 
glints haunting the deflections 
back to epiphanies of an end-date 
I have severed now all my ties 
and buried remaining reflections 
plucking my bass strings of hate 

...my crass strings of fate 


carving folds into drapes 
hanging in suspensions wind 
sweeping fatal leaves a-flutter 
entering doorway attritions 

...through hallway compositions