Painting the hideous
On day's beloved scenes
Lacerating with horrid light
The skins of shallow waters
Dead flowers
Drink
Deep of the shimmering wounds
The willow beckons
Weeping a Gorgon hiss
To stone-carved lovers
Poised grotesque in the mist
Dead faces sigh, dreaming
What lore lies writ
By gnawing worms
In rotting flesh?
What secrets of sepulchral summer
Hide in the shadowed bowers
Beneath her grin of pale fire?
I take the sea as my shrine
And wander the garden no more