New poem

Here is a brand-new poem

The exhumed

The sirens sound
In the morning swell
Echoes off sodden ground
Touches up-on the hallow knell
Earth struggles to keep its peace
With the tears that do not cease
Zephyrs haunt the empty streets
As lonely spirits shorn from sleep
My senses fill with petrichor
As the dole and the dead weep

The edifice and the ephemera

New, original poem. thanks for reading!

Stability aint what it used to be
Eve' the pebbles
Once content to huddle
Have split,
Fissures forming 
In the top of summer
As the gossamer seams 
Binding my mind-
It rains
But the drains 
Catch, they bubble
Too long,
Catch and bubble,
Be, and froth
There's more to the storm
Undertow-
compelling me
Violently
To some end-
-I fear-
Worst than the penultimate
That dreadful
 -magnetism-
Waking-sleep-pull
Of dream-ensconced-days
-It is here-
Nightmare
 of the vivid hour
Tantalizing
Tormenting
Visceral lover 
longing for me
Lovingly
As killer to prey
He is there, surely
Creeping, calling
He is there-
Waiting.