epic

 pass over rock tumult

this tempest road that winds

its soulful death chattering

birds twittering around tree hollows

the church of bones:it was here sir walter

enwrapped me,the druid altar

past the memories of antique edinburgh

windows a glow with decrepdcy 

the long castle walks and spiritious winds

that blew the heart of me to autumn leaves

the locket with the watch plus the poems 

creased no man would ever wish from me

living books death defying creature

the man with the nail feature

christ i love beyond increased

knowledge of the infinite

and yet carriages go on

they arrive and always leave

driving foggy lengths from

marriages and misery

out to the sea where all life cowers

in chaos mimicry the forming of

the world in greek theogony 

i annotated norse cow slaughtering

the mass of polymorphus liquid 

lack of constancy but all at once

the town let me sing

come out depart

!:i watch from crooked windows

through glasses lens that make me

breath behave and lay low diffierntly

in diffilty

im the women walking home

with eggs with cabbages and devil 

reminsciences to every kid who

listens

i walk the alleys through 

forest walks the spirits talk

obseessions and the girl

they found agawk been murdered

mid the evergreen foliage

never to be seen

her soulful hymn

a vestige mask or effigy

i enter in the door that let 

me out;i took the way before

he robbed it,taken

he took everything

2:reading this plethora

of classics verse

is not unworth 

the mind in me

that defines lost curses 

left to be unearthed

so may it be

i breathe black coal 

the furious waves 

the long pathways 

of deceit

the girl i warp

corsets off shes my consort

i pick her up by moonlight in great company

of myself 

i blanketed night i put the sight

out from inward copius lights

could go dimmer of cats the like

slipping out the doors go thinner

slippy slide,the dust exhumes the book

just for beginners the girl the mattress 

shimmer odd bumps and shackles jostles

forever with her though gone

the evening teapot whistles hope

is heaving the light leeway grows

as fog gets thicker i lead my way to 

great libraries of stoicism epicureanism and 

neoplatonism as up the promenade in empty streets

the moonlight all illuminating every case of books

to read just for the winter i hear a noise something in

me hesitates i grab the key and weaponry

and go down stairs where darkness evaporates

the light tonight im free