FRINGE ENCROACHING
The fringe encroaching
border lining yellow
whispers to me
of the lost perception
of vulgar
found love
living in sewers
and connecting with space/time overture
bespeaking of genuine
misdirection and irreparable
proponents of cagy visionaries
locked into damaged
cold cell trappings
bound and determined to die listlessly
and in a space all their own
brought on by bastardized engagements
and forlorn cesspool arrangements