Quench quench 
wanhopes 
oh holy night 
dispossess the day.

As cannot in itself
destroy 
or complete
near shades of extortion
where sorrows meet.

Timeless comebacks
wrangle, 
careen 
with terrors obscene.

Old weapons reload
propriate the sky
floods cog with fire
never say die.

Signals fray 
clocks whipsaw. 
Transpressionisms 
savagery
papers up the wall. 

Bloody-minded
make mudhole
bathes in its fat
lying in wait.
 
For dipsosis 
to air out and task 
me awake.

As sorrow aches
to trust 
and anguish turns
to lust.