A bounty on my head, and brine
Surmounting conchblown elegies
Ahead where drawn's the hellish whine.
Resounding dawns of dread unease
Endowed upon cliffshelves and salt,
On eddies calm and felling seas.
The bounds of haunting, bed of fault,
The pounding on the cell and screams,
The bed that's gone which dwells in vaults.
I'm found a pawn left dead in dreams
And ground to squandered shells and sand;
The edges on the mellow streams;
And now the longing shreds the hands
Around the wrongs that fed demands.
A place for my poems 