Thrill eye
(that's me)
your flung flower
pacing a road you glazed and ran
and fell hard on
bathing in blasted worlds
the dust of scattered men
pine blanket bingo
the blue tar of sacked hills.

Reddening piles of twilight rags
the low gleam of arid stairwells
circling rafters and high beams
hands dash on a balcony railing
overlooking the kingdom
smoking and thinking time
arcs over these hallways
time
demands our hold on one another
increase like leaves.