myspace poem

renew the vision of delight
in your arms was still delight
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
let us express our baser passions
passing through huddled and ugly walls
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
melancholy, blue it was
to be able to see every side of every question
when i was broke in london
the long resounding marble corridors
i am dying