Only islands of sentience
floating in the make believe
proper nouns in a sentence
wond'ring what the verb will be

Mostly forlorn and repentant
grasping at the maple trees
youthful prophets with a penchant
for lurid dreams among the coterie

of silvered tongues and honeyed lips
and savory eyes with musky brows
of darker, deeper, dour dips
under sea-recanted bows

and once I knew the lantern's lit
once my faithful forehead bowed
to scrawling script so softly writ
bound between the hide of cows

but loving most the lord of hosts
pains the parish more than sin
so as I break and botch and boast
I do so closely to your skin

you may walk these crooked coasts
and fear reproach from higher things
but as I march from post to post
I never hear those angel wings

-Erick Diaz, November 3rd, 2009