Catalina W****s in the Hue of Summer

He stares it alone

Quietly, through his childhood trance 

Glass of last night’s opiate

Spinning on coffee table

Stereophonic disarray

His lost name and companion

Her name to breath

Drips, a bitter wound on lips 

 

In every hell  shouts a mystery

From French adolescence to first copulation 

Dawn’s Catalina shuffling w****s

It all repels self-prophecy

Distorting the flaw

 

Outside,

The belled alarms begin to ring

Fabled bird sings over his thankful worm

Shunning from his natural high 

And I am overtaken 

Stunned, for the sudden need unconscious

Soon I no longer care nor understand

 

I look for the remnant stages  

Raw lensed and sensing my first song as a single fly

Bursting at the summer's end

Weeds growing inside me 

Promising I will harshly recall

Bringing down the vagabond

Freedom grows its moss across my name

Shameless wars seeming the best alcohol 

and memory haze I scarcely return

My head begs the impossible

And with a word

This world cries out my treason,

 "Alive".