warm blues

by mistersoto

rotten golds
in inherited vapours
parental peripheries
to a strangulated pen
in fingers gripped
downed to the nib
a squared room
whited washed and windowed
studying silently
subtle movements
of his contagions
courses running
through awakened nights
and scrupled escapes
cuneiform grids well fingered and
against his lovers
now into a morning shrouding
escapees unidentified
into warm blues