The Glen of Needing Arms

When dead goldenrod turns silver

With the change in November  

The drowsy days then shiver

At the sigh of old man winter

In the stillness of the plumage 

Steel reeds stand with hallmark refusal

Planted in their objective roles

To decay hastefully as their bloomings.

Across the vale and marsh

Carrion clouds caw, aloft

By and down the river's edge 

Hounded by dogged thoughts.

Badgering on dampened brows

Heart-struck memories breaking-ground 

Remaining sickened and cut down,

While footsteps weigh this sentence soundless.

Homesickness is in the missing mood

In the missing "We" though the missing's through

This verse's want, as the wanting knew

That this piece comprised is from an absent you

Sephora eternus minds archival keep

The farther the time, the stronger the need,

A wrathful woe grows darker dreams

Dicrotic movements to feel both beating.

Eyes death, by the blade, tear away oh, lover

Left Anemic & Aphroditic 

Pouring soul from stygian amphora 

Rending me as Pontus Pilots. 

Impenitent grief while Ghenna smiles.

Endless drinking 

Drowned by oblivion

A Lethen stream 

Washing the scenes of a torpid lust...

A corpse-filled gawk 

In the time of a songless Thrush

Heightened by a Condor 

As lifeless as the picking-up.

On Fiddich fields, doe-stamping rings

Leave a muddied message from resting hooves,

A catafalque of calligraphy 

Piling on this poem.

Among stale skeleton leaves

Life's complexities: seem, so simple. 

In the peace of bluffs —I dreamt of us,   

In the glen of needing arms.