Nomadic Notes

Distant
It's heard

The nomads guitar
hum its trembled
arias

Its
whispered strum
violates
ephemerally
ragged
plasticine walls

It
penetrates
stale
pine

Punctured by
rust-haggard
nails

It travels
through
pebbled hearts
and
Nestles
in hidden
cracks

Coercing
suffocated crumbs
into the night.

Well Unknown

Indefensibly nude,

he sits

tinkering away with his pen

at his desk.

what he writes

is?...

Well unknown.

but away it goes

his hand- with feckless

etiquette

churning out thoughts

from esoteric roots

who's

provenance

is well...

unknown.

Eighteen.

Shards of
leaded ore lay
broken,
shattered
inside skeletal
debris
gone
unseen

Pieces exhumed
strewn about
In
hapless
patterns
stifle
reason & value
Still
nobody sees

Zigged & Zagged
their edges are
jagged.
With each touch
I am cut
and
I bleed

Remaining unseen.

Asphyxiated
by this
Rampant
desperation;
Its all consuming
burn
Pillaging my soul
and
no one will see.