through a cracked skull

sights sworn upon not to forget...
glides somewhere unspoken untell...
the old man takes of his hat,
that sounds the bell...

pungent rooms in grand fineness,
appears unhunt.
the ends of ugliness,
jumps to the front.

tick and tack,
frowning glows overflows
smiling dreams of rotten sack,
oh vividly those.

funny it is these,
night of ocean stars,
shadowed by the meekly beast.
closeness is brushed afar.