Sour Symphony

Flaky love calcified with dead skin fragments
Measured by sun’s death and resurrection
More consolation beckoning this road
Mornings circumscribed by unuttered
Falsified dreams of bohemian travel
Laughter and more laughter your way
Taste of the untouchable veins
Put some of me in your ink drip
Burn that paper of reckoning truth
Soothing flames to grace the shelf
Make it hard to divulge the song
to bring you home bare and forgotten.