Mourning the Loss of Poetry

Mourning the Loss of Poetry
(After Pasternak's "Definition of Poetry")

The squealing track noise
  of sanitarium shouts,
The crying wet nerves,
And disjunctive Howls,
  of excited cataclysm,
Culminating in a cacophony of cackles

...Bursts through
The fading nightmares
Into Surreal Dreamscapes
Complete with tinkling chimes
Of fast-approaching wet dawn
Red with dewy kisses
Throbbing in blue reeds
Chirping with morning chants
The Rhythmic euphonium
Of Kaleidoscopic soundscapes
Vibrating in spectral shifts

...Stumbles, Creeping, Clawing
Into the impending dusk of
  distorted batrachian croaking
Flanked by the scraping
  exoskeletons of grinding
  arthropod masses
In Black Passion
Screaming Lust-Murder,
Bleating Eros shattering glass
   of distended eons

...Evaporates lithely
Into symphonic
Color gradients
Glowing in embers
Of anticipated dawn
Cycling, in spirals
Through inharmonious
Nightmare sickness
Only to awaken in
Dim light, mourning.