(inspired by an incident in the Luxembourg Gardens.)

tiers of the marigold winter chill
twenty thousand moons, a man place shrill
enshrining circles of the never find time
blackened by civil wilderness.

silently, he speaks to sullen emotion
gales haughty haunting his deliverance
in the thrice fountain, he bathes in surrender
and the ivory waters of an August watch
march a translucent parchment flake
under the dripping angels of day
and the rustle of a twelfth hour night.

spirit of the apparition breeze blood
incarnate in patches of whimsical requiem
and curving bones of wooden carcass
ribs to a body unnoticed by its food
the sublime swallowing of hypothetical trance
nude faces resurrecting the past
through a servile sycamore circadian
scraping the bark down a dirty spleen
following a falling conversation
left to comfort a persistent dream
still starving into the bowels of paradise
glistening garden of golden lactation.

born to the consumption of his forth fate
a pantomime aware of his treacherous date
extends an affair with memories into their state
through chiseling cheekbones of ironic wait.

perched poets lost to the passing bate
one to another or him to a friend
until the second comrade begins to ascend
from counting scars of the bone cage bend
and the cold stone section of his facial lend
to the body of another bronze becoming their trend
and the death parade watches his brother descend
through skins of predicament polishing the mend
or cadaver eyes of the sun stripping before an end.