King

Crown’s wrath wrapped in gold

Merciless in August light

Silent melancholic lust

Lost in Winter kiss

Wear your crown with pride

Faded cloak for wrestled scream

A brush with violence

And one day you will be king

Suicide In Bangkok

Bottled static

Blurred, unaltered state

A mother’s cry

Ignored by yearning grin

Digital celluloid captures end

The rats gawk

craving sight

From their naked dens

Sirens escape the bustle

And time elapses

No one truly sees

Beyond their own destructive ways