Awake and watching glow to beam the wilt in love
Shave a quickness in sorrow a decorative lot to breathe
Silhouette the mother she comes quiet into my room
Filled jars of poisonous memory commemorate a dream
A jubilant laugher cavort soothing sweet sadness lament
Leavened marks quieter each flagrant sorrowed chill.
Dreaming sanctuary governing the sweltering chill
Levitation still bent a quake in skin corrupt of love
Shrewd intent no voice calmer in given seeker’s lament
Gone soldier brooding a quiet squelch from lungs to breathe
Bouts shake a filtered light breaking in a dream
A carbon quickness eating lengthening of this room.
Bent armor study the handshakes and caging this room
Melted heavy holds on crowded rules so late a fall chill
Swift mutations of youth quaking pale dance to dream
Bereft mood the dark seething from a brutal love
Derisive voices sing heaviest on a chest that can’t breathe
Holding tickets to short circuits held close in lament.
Faith switch to brooms sweeping flowers in lament
A floor corrupt of leaves swirling thieves have no room
Tempered hollow my allowance shallow as I breathe
Below my feet a mystery scar faint as a winter chill
Scorned embrace tugs up the rug in a shadowy love
Paper strewn about arcs of fables in my headless dream.
Stoic fortress baked in miracles swing castles in my dream
Fade lethargic or imprisoned that resilient lament
Trick ponies pull fanciness and dance repressive love
Burnt and egregious a threat heavy in this room
Thick caramel in threads karmic a filament of chill
Sheets in sweat wallowing lungs guilted to breathe.
Waves father seeming praying as I breathe
Augments of a past screeching halts sticky candied I dream
Thin minted smelling and scribbling brings a chill
A cordial in a purse faces bluish in rain torrent lament
Mother picking up belongings scattered soiled in the room
Failure lurking my stale longing from shortness of love.
Vanishing throws me awake till I breathe in the chill
A stowaway of love left over from a childhood dream
Lament a fragment of reel to real watching from my room.
(C)2011 Christopher Vaughn