citadel coiled 2 roses

bathed in cobwebs
& dieing night
evicted;
home less dreams roused
at first light
I
push off the dry walled
mountains
containing every particular day
and raft the newest noon
of the narrow trail park street
howling once to find
the day fruit waiting,
busied and deepening
a sea
connecting its
coolest ascendancy-
I turn nightly
now
under the cascade shadow
blued by neon casino
I growl sleepless
with the bridal train wreaking
on the rocks, blocks
from my futon bed room
turning the stone of my
life around hoping on to it eons, there
in its, silence rings this short
avenue Niagara Falls keyed
soul in residency.