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.