bones stretched
in details of psychology
ensnared in a cellar of
thousand brick by brick and bricks
no blow of air
in endless gasping
and drunk tornado, a riveting
chaos of lover’s love meeting
thousand brick by brick and bricks
almost gone heaven like
the tower of babel
confuses us and we speak
foreign love songs
no ray of sunlight
in ricochet of glances
and blind public eyes, a ripping
chaos of lover’s love meeting
thousand bricks and bricks and
endless bricks collapse
like the tower of babel
2013
chester maynes 
Quite like the theme of the poem.
Love it! It goes well with my preoccupation with derelict places and relationships these days.