A Transitory Vacancy

Awake to cacophonous stertor drone,

the scene a maelstrom:     

splintered glass confetti strewn,

linens cyclonically uprooted. 

The night's indiscretions inundating the air—

prescient reminder of passions usurping.

Resignation sets in, takes up residence guiltily 

amidst the fulminating shame of night's past.

Reveries of former lives constructed upon reckless abandon,

callous swagger and hollow banter

wreath the morning in threnody.

The pieces don’t quite cohere,

farcically hiding the belligerence of seams.

Guilt abides, thrives within these ramshackle threads

fraying familiarly amidst tartarean reemergence:

of hands delirium-tremoring to the noxious beat

of lapsed sovereignty.