Foggy, dank, albatross tossed

Foggy, dank, an albatross tossed
voluptuous sea, Xanadu’s
feral opium, and flesh
caverns unmeasurable
sweeps into night’s dreams
oblivious to feelings
we easily relate to, poems
uplifting and hopeful.

But the messes
you’ve made, they stick
hang slickly inside you
neither poem or scream
never polite or light,
twist through the nights
consciousness plays upon,
haunts all your compositions
no matter how flitting,
light or slyly evasive,
these dark crawling thoughts
will out.

Kent Bowker 3/31/15