if I ever sleep again it will bring no relief

the taste of bitter-sweet

everlasting without

in the melancholy mouth of a Shakespeare play

staged along the fevered flamingo rushes of Miami

or Ciro's back alleyway

In the blue/gold eastern republic, palace guards at the ready to repel the barbarian lover


you quietly leave the door ajar, the chamber is silent accusing bare walls where tapestries once hung

gone to cover sins of outrageous fortunes lost at casino tables

they've taken the looms and the 5 moons of the evening

leaving a solitary echo in the great hall of eros


a queen drunk on blind faith

sleepwalks along the battlements streaked with a shower of starlight


a river to run

a forest to hide

crown and scepter

left behind

unhitch the carriage-horse & ride