cusp

"cusp"

 

before

I fall

into

the great

precipice

 

my heart

eagerly

seeks

 

its long

forbidden

comforts

 

what lips

can succor

my grievous

heart?

 

what eyes

can offer

succint

sage

wisdom?

 

in a

time

where

LOVE

is a

microwavable

commodity

 

who dares

to tarry

along its

dusty

roads?

 

acrid tears

are

love's reward

 

the ill

blown wind

and

decadent

clouds

 

are but a

prologue

to the

mirthless

laughter

 

we call

...life