MY ARTIST SOUL- GONE HER SUICIDE TRACED

I THINK I CAN SEE NOW THE BODIES THAT YOU DREW EVERY NIGHT FOR ME

ROCKING IN SHALLOW POOLS ,INJECTED WITH INCREASED MEMORY

MISSING FOOTSTEPS ,FEW FAR AND BRUSHED

YOUR BROKEN CHINA PORCELAIN SKIN ,

FLAYED EMOTIONS FORM CLOUDY SKY PUNCHING MOUNTAINS

RAVEN HAIR,BURNT ON THE HORIZON 

MY WORTHLESS MOTION ,

CARELESS AS IT FLICKS YOUR FAVOURITE PENCIL,

WATCHING IT SPIN ,SUCH INNOCENT TURNING-IM ANGRY HOW DARE IT MOVE FROM YOUR LAST DELICATE TOUCH

MY LARGE ROUGH AGED MAP OF A HAND

SLOWLY  ARRANGES YOUR DRAWINGS AS IF THEY WERE FLOWERS IN A DARK CRYSTAL CRYPT

NOW YOU ARE GONE

SUDDENLY NEW SPACES,NO SHADOWS,SILENCE,

NO BUSY CHATTER,NO EXCITED FLASHES ,

NO ALL NIGHT DRINKING ,WHILE WE LAID HEADS TOUCHING,TALKING UNIVERSE,

I BRUSH DUSTY RELICS,ONLY TO BE AMAZED DAYS LATER

ANCIENT VIKING VERSE-PATHS THAT CROSS WILL CROSS AGAIN

I WAIT AND WONDER OF THE SUICIDE NOT TRACED