Elegiac
Black Melonsucks the sullen brow of torcher,Gleeming the sick night in frustrationPassing into horrorcoming out
his fun house murdersIts pasted on plasterKnawing at the door of laughter
Star shines silver,Im BLIND;kill the bright lightKill the orange tree gester
Scare on my facedeath with silenceringing in his ears,Melting thestructure of measureThrough all thesebroken fears.
......David L. Olmstead