Noontide MorphineEris


Steady Tick Tick Tick of a restless clock dripping with
Soufflé of Cliché

Tuesday night you and I by the poolside,
In summer the sky shines like lilting fire,
Enveloping a separation that comes only in fall.
A stronghold of segregation as my eyes
Sweep past in a bloody haze.

The youthful blessed in the bayside mirror,
As you shimmer in rock solid seclusion.
A deer in the headlights,
So divine and ultimately dying.

And then, in a shuffled murmur louder than screams,
A laughable proposition of this and that.
And the cat we raised together… Prado we called him.

The steady tock of a newborn clock.
Souring.