Mouth of cave
my looters raid

slope where slippery,
take that mortal bath.

Fire fire fire
devastates
like ancient floods.

To the limit
opportune,
Mother Nature swoons

burns
and turns
our lush forest sands
bottle traffic
grey.

Tyrants
growing back
(to the old)
provoke
extrabiblical wrath

nostalgia for sacrifice
and the love of
domination

colony is a mortal
brute sensation.

Let bodies
of the brawl
brave the fall

ardor eagerly
for parasitic contempt.

Affinities
and offenses

crossing channels
at racing lengths.

My heart woos
like an angel scorned –
compulsively reborn

hammers and stammers
inscrutable

down your watch
where smugglers notch
sweetness aches.

October reprisals
hand and feather
whether
and not

here I come –
succumb to air
paroles de la mer.

Graces pay. Every day
in every way

cry out
for just is
love that, just is –

Fawning
in its reflection
listening
for any detection

heart beats
like an attack of tears.

In love
like land madness

tyranny leaves it
in tatters,

sweetness
unduly matters.