
In copious clouds of lathered foam
Palatial cities blindly stare
At crenellated battled walls
The vestibule of earth and stone…
Influential once on brittle pages
The paraphernalia of broken days
Philanderers stripped the beds of lace
In rooms of baroque-colored dreams…
Here the rain is my restorative space
Reduced by my minimalist grasp
Unheroic stains of crimson drapes
I elaborate inauthentic fragments of memory…
More to read in Poems
Dirge for the Achingly Human
Musing
A Living Enigma…!!
A Poet’s Petition…!


