Nightmare Garden Redux Cont.

Classic Dark

Many a fortnight

I’d delved deepest.

She die some and

pride goeth.

 

Classic dark o’er

bed of roses.

Mine soul controller.

She full of grace, and time

when Matron suspect…

 

I advantage maiden.

She’d suffer me, a poet.

The vigor quench

Hers present tension.

Sex is violent.

Wasn’t sudden build up.

I’m just villain.

Threadbare wear

and candles besides. G © 

 

Good Steward

Mine weighty sum

muddy water run aground. 

She ceremonial dress.

Inner thigh wolven.

Well settled 

the little room.

The bed and table

and books.

Immerse in poetry. 

 

End game clumsy

and telling.

Turn of century

bogeyman.

Back stairway strange.

I am quoted horror.

Mine overture tight quarters. G © 

 

Heaven

I Milo I’ve taken to page.

Pride and posterity.

The fall quite hard.

Constant conflagration.

Grand Tower.

Bottles broken.

Windows.

Sundry creature.

Enlarged heart

since with the drinking.

Tell her I go build a place

in heaven.

 

How so when she’s everywhere

and nowhere?

Some years

and odd years. 

Melancholy long on.

 

Once all things to be envied.

Dream border hallucination.

troubling as man and caravan.

Spook and siren.

Vamp is fixture.

I  Go create a place in Heaven. G ©