Inside the auricle a man dreams.
Caught in a maelstrom,
Trapped within the ear’s
Spiraling drain of regret,
Caught in the fleshy pinna
Chewing on blood-red tissue.
His heart’ s fire
Surrounded by question marks.
Green lasso of lost love, grants him
One yellow eye.
It peers beneath clouds of chaos,
A brazier lashed across his nose,
Suffocating fate’s siren calls.
He swirls in the blueness of perceived calm
While awake, until he sleeps and,
Hears her voice again…