April 4, 2007

cherub stomp

a glance aside
gives view of a solar blare
of impoverished yearning
the heat of deficiency,
it's bankrupt embrace
all but smothering
any recognition of eulogy

stop grasping please....
the claws need to be rescinded
there is no help from this quarter
for those who can't sight
their innocence
the drain sucks all hounded waders
into waves thick with the
bend and wrack of
errant swimmers lost
on boulders of wonderlust and demand

sorry mate, you're on your own
ravenous cherubs haunt these shoals
and all those on a narrow course
must suffer themselves jested