Words prove unreliable, untenable
No longer fitting the task.
Shakespeare's bounty flounders
Donne's excess misses the beat
Passion and desire
Castrated limp home
Wounded.
Love and lust blunder into each other
In the dark.

Even the thunder mocks itself
And stumbles into the wall
As the sea swells and falls

How soon the mind turns rancid
From desire then lizard like twitches
Into fancy, warming itself on a sun drenched stone

I am the nowhere man of love
Water slipping through my fingers
Time pointing to a sodden end
As I turn toward the wall my friend