WRAITH OF MY HEART

Now that the clock has struck a sparrow 
from the blue chantry of the sky
and our love lays dormant in the glare 
of impossible odds- 
and sundry escapades 
of ill delights
masquerading as dour crumbs 
from a soiled banquet
of delicious noise. 
Now that the goat
on the slab
is Us, 

Trolling sacrifice for a constant gardener-
howling at the broken waves 
of our engineered Sea
of displaced heavens… 
having chosen the doldrums of a spoiled
expanse of serene idiocy. 
cackling like glowworms 
in a nitrous orgy 
of deleted inhalation.

the wraith of my heart, 
disjoined from our forever
like a pinwheel

in a dead calm.
burning

Always.