Mastic Resin on Closed Nights

Perennial discussions,
sold all along the atrabilious
hymns of brother’s burnt pipes
and closed solanaceous temper

The botany of rapid reprisals
found only in the solicitude
of labors, foraged and vacant
like half board discussions
perennial salutation
and evening dresses

Dug up from the labored soil
from the closed circles of
retreating hymns, and mother of pea flowers,
tonight, you sing alone, ungrateful
and unrepentant to the degree of loss
from the lectures of tomorrow
and the stillness of asphalt dreams