I cast a shadow conceived in verse a written wall unrehearsed. a line drawn rich with vinegar and teeth a threshold stark a stagnant heath. convinced by action, by loss of blood. I cast a shadow on all I love. I cast a shadow on love lost soon. too quick to care to resume. on lovers games I failed to learn. a loss of words for all concern. a gamblers tact and acts of war with all the experience from years before will set the stage to bluff and hustle and win by knowledge not by muscle. but for me a man who lacks these skills who cares not to swallow your little pills coated in vague continuity. I cast a shadow on you and me. I cast a shadow on romance not for love but for the dance. the dance that drowned men in insecurity to compensate with reverie. to believe that life is for the day and tomorrow is yesterday. no sense of time no will to care and romanticized his despair. from film to prose we loved to see the romance in human tragedy. beautiful junkies with defiant swagger, a raised fist on a banner, a killers rage without emotion. still with style he draws devotion. and imitate we try and try. and imitate we die and die. and at conclusion we remember with glee the cause of their December. and with loud rude cries we drink and wallow. I cast a shadow on all I swallow. I cast a shadow on hypocrisy. my land of thee and all I see. over oceans. islands apart into my soul I see their heart . a sullen syconium. imbedded in dirt. modern with the drive to hurt. and greed a god, love an illusion, war the answer, death the conclusion. not years or screams from dying eyes loosing hope in disguise to afraid to show the truth. subdue the rage they knew at youth. and repeat the day just like the next. and become what they once protest. I cast a shadow on me the most for I am becoming that very ghost.