By D. R. Gayton


Enchanted, through the stairs

Packed with derelict vagrant souls

From the second floor I’m dripping

Dangerous words

Dissipating along noises, lights and smoke

We all float, with jeans

Lifting up the filth of a million years

Metastasizing through my toes

Every Ancient step wants to be retold

And it youth prove

We were terrified to break The cup-full of illusions

We still had

But dropped

And awoke afraid of becoming the things

We had renounced.


From Juvenilia (2016)