DISFIGURED THE MELTED COWARD ------ MY TITLES REGRET

3am
a long lonesome wave breaks into grief
i watch a discarded bowl-filled with outside in
yet  accommodates its space 
floats amongst vagrant spilling conversations

moving backwards to spread this tired boardwalk
i shift trapped in awkward position
this coward that craves a darkest tomb
​​​​​​​but as the bowl in vast derision
​​​​​​​still floats each treacherous dawn 

no drowned herald or disturbed breath
a single unread novel
lays in permanent display
amongst dust and cloth -shelved frozen unbroken promised glass

love lays cold rotted forgotten
adrift ,untethered kidnapped placed with precision

wretched beyond my own reach
bloated for  sacrifice delay
still plastic,steel and permitted conversation   
i will allow to invade
a coward craving nights release

trees dance with violin breezes
twisted limbs wrestle rested histories
beauty reclines before the rented touch
objects as an object does
placings remain unaltered
until alters rust

sleep calls me to the lions rush
alone the shedding of skin,
​​​​​​​has at last begun