Dust, this day is hash...   A broken bottle’s inside   Strewn with rinds of love   And shattered shells of soul.      Dust of other days…   Crumpled hours of devotion   Washed down gutter streams   To sink within the tide.      Dust of love squeezed dry…   Hateful fingers strangled joy   Self-made love as bare as bone   Dropped down to dusty morning.