end of evening
is obscene
mind burning
on low deep aggression
numb
while the body is defenseless
warm
eyes obsessed by shape and forms
roughened

all dreams are implicitly shoved
aside
and my voice is incoherent
rambling to a mirror
echoes in a dark dismal tunnel

all sweet fond desires
are wrought by the days
deliveries
and smiles are disguise
for the blank stare