X-Y = Dialogue 1

X
A blue fatigue, raising insinuation
a colouless plight, forlorn with glory
the first spring of death
randomness.
Walking on the motionless street
eyes reticent but still elusive
who weeps for the ones gone
the sky creeps from the hiatus begone.
The lone star is now the cinder
cracked open with blistering stymie
i write sans an erudite melancholy
plausible yet, is the color of money.

Y
Obtrusive glances steal a glimpse
as he tries to starve himself
of know how and escapades profound
whose feat are yellow 'neat the ground.
Turn, moon kissing the skyline
dearth in this missing puzzle
plausible yet demeaning,
this attempt that arises to ridicule again.
Eclectia is becoming common
morbid fantasies strike enthusiasm
shall strive for the benign chase
doubt that owns my grimace.

X
A withering flower, receding but alive
striving for a whiff of yellow
the first prayer offered to God
of feelings harsh and mellow.
A caustic smile brooding over a lie
fills the edema, silently, but
the recesses of the flowing neurons
pulsating with an energy so raw
the second prayer offered to love
I raise the extremities above.

Y
Tantalized by vanishing sky lights,
this melee in hypnotized crisis
a skirmish to get rid of dilapidation
charred, cessation of sensation.
Cold thoughts run haywire
tepid taunts rummage ze mind
mildew in this satire of words
this unfair poetic incline.
Now zither to provide hapless life
to all that that swims underneath
soliciting language in haunted strokes
there is numbness in my feet.
Sleep

X
This unfair poetic incline
the emotion so denied
an attempt ridiculed
grotesque is the irony of life
Finishing sentences before thoughts
the disparate cluster sans flourish
a blemish, a flirtation
the platitudes of fortitude;
a secret guarded more than life
denied to a stranger in guise
cryogenics be the answer
in this comedy so divine.
Sleep.

Y
We break away from rightful sleep,
little by little; piece by piece.
caffeine kept away at bliss, these hours
how they hang in there with their righteous souls.
Halo comes off, bordering dust off the periphery
a coma, stranded in unfamiliar territory
strains of chords slip eons back
rivers rushing, gunning for my ears.
Arriving at this domain of pessimistic write,
self compromising tunes tonight, tonight.
diluted within this sky, erased by light
inaudible screams, audible cries.

(With due courtesy to T...)