Meandered Nests

last fight in grumble float
before wistful sorrow and empty bloom.

and the rain is white with the fear,
as the snow dies in the autumn night.

I walk through the green into the red
beyond the bright yellow
I walk from night into day
back into the shadow of disinterest

we stayed in a small house by the sea

the heat drowned smile lays it's head
upon the hearth of my nightmare,
it runs in the water of my dreams
and floats on an early pebble
slipped from your hand

how many times?
how many times
have you battered my head
against this breath
and ripped out my soul
to make a coat for your deceit?

and the pain in my side
still burns with the frost

smile caught in flimsy paper
blown by a nameless breeze,
wandered into my eye
and blistered the memory growing there

and you thought it would make a difference
you thought you could change

I laughed at the beggar you gave me,
small withered package
tied with brown string,
decorated with silver wisdom

but it belonged to another man,
misplaced in a crowded cafe
at the funeral of his working day

so
in a flicker of granite powder
I walked away
into the burning past