Later Works: The Untimely Death of a Narrativist

Byzantium beyond these feeble stations

burning blunt with cracked fires of charity

within a guardian guide I sought relations

yet believed bereft of soul found clarity

clicking hand conflates the day

mechanical minder creates with me

all I am whiled a world away

a heart’s journey wild and free.

England blew bits of me beyond some bios

dance dear dull fish on rain dead days

sidestepping cute whores and deadly boyos

unsoaked suits who swayed our ways.

Across in England framed dreams knelt in storms

Poems became my prayers in better forms.

The Untimely Death of a Narrativist