West to West Collection XIII

All the time by me

in a hidden dream

vision pair viewing

but so false with

when you find me

with this script

its directing

table water swimming

where tears fallen

share in esteem

their earnings

tier letting

so you see

see me.

If my eyes are windows

knowing what I condone

they're also weep silos

yet, past soot lore lows

still in burning shadows

when in bounty cameo

none following grows

as much reflection

none so shallow

belonging to no lasso

you raze the row

you bring the stove

warming up my rope

but it doesn't, slow

for what you suppose

is a cold heart stiletto

her catwalk intro.

So, I hope you chose

chose a time she froze

froze a grit in your nose

nose seeing: owing no home

home to her fashion disclose

she fell off a horse, not piano.

I'm imperfect by her mire

my dear, my hope supplier

that old friend I require

speaking often but a liar

ever still, ether tender

to make me a resenter

the wife of the sniper

is he home for dinner

blaring his ol’ seltzer

or am I the listener

the one, the better

a favourite reader.

Maybe he'll rest

free of my illness

his mind did digest

encumbering thirst

threads his etiquette

but who has he to tell

miscreant lust decibels

and what's he to present

or has he a lone fondness

so by public hassock spent

he says, I wrote in silence.