assembling the glorious part of the past
    when the fences were low
        or barely existent
            darker senses moving slow
                linger the music of the sirens
                    listening to their fathers doom —

            the nasty part is almost over
        beware there are some spaces left
    exaggerate what angers most
at least on paper —

that will do

                    so for the better sleep at noon
                when stars are hidden behind your eyelids
            forget your kids
        they are in school
    for in your dream
the planets dancing to your gloom.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023