Alluring soliloquy with a scent of the poppy
echoing sleep clinging to the fabric of
intoxication, sweet Opium…goodnight
fading with each breath, currents of memories
in the quietus of the rain escaping from
the rattle
from the chaotic ligature of the dripping
quill detoxing the Electrolux sweeping
the ashes
now dead and without license decomposing
from the orchard of stones and unearthed
memories of insomnia







