Lost in Dreams

Alley through creaks and the twisted sign;
Thoroughfares tear to dress down, as the shy
Ache of seven tumbrils dread in racing, walk,
Tread in wander while vales close asunder.
And waking among twists groan as unknot
Clots of flesh and brood foundlings pounding
Gnarled through fetters and this bile that blunders
My fire in a whimper and the fuck the groan and paling.
Alley through creeps for that thwarted sigh
That vomit that seeks to veer in meek and in frightening lie.