Though I'm no maestro

or virtuosity

doesn't belong

I like it all

finding obscure

reference in

obtuse language

of universal communication

the language of

feelings

of love and loss

smiles tears

and comeing

into a warm

wet place

can set me

aflight

on wings of

hellfire

yes I love

you

can always

look at that

figure and

appreciate intrinsic

values residing

in residual

qualities just

inside the

walls.

I hope

to unlock

the fearful

box of pandora

horrid bestial

subtleties

and erudite commisionings

smacking lightly

of sarcasm

throughout

my speech

of life

while I lie

to you and

tricky minds

twist all about

in frenzied

contortions of

logic and

pray for

brand new life

disappears

into the vortex

with sucking lips

coaxing

I

to higher heights

in climbing

mountainous peaks

crashing screeward

occasionally.