Archives for February 2012

the room was dark.
snakes coiled in ceilings
and on floors.

their bite is sharp
but they move slow.

in the bowels of bricks
and mortar.

the gnashing and wailing
of teeth.
kind words from barbed
tongues.

bleeding red for a bit
of green.

my toes curled
and my belly curdled.
sinking feeling.
my soul’s plummet
to bottom basement.

if i could ask for more.
nay i have asked for more.

walls speak louder to me
than whispers sent
to heaven.

perhaps i should speak to hell.
or speak of hell.
this is the land of the living.
an inferno
in an internal heart.

beating optimism.
again and again and again.

no end in sight just
rabbid wolves chasing
in delight.

outside.
outside this paned window.

outside this window.
framed in white wood.
this paint splitting.
drooling white splinters
on the brown floor.

outside this window.
through the glass.

through the glass
that wobbles sighs and sags.

outside.
outside this glass.
day drops his pants.

naked across the white light.
this white light cold
and shivering.

outside.
outside this window.
day is kicked black and blue
as the night man watches.

outside this window
the night spreads day
into smudges out west.

outside.
outside this house.
the stars prick holes
in my blanket.

a blanket dark and cold.

outside.
outside this day.
like another day.

a day like any other day.

outside this day.
this fraying and neighing.

these horseman drawing closer
dragging night sky behind them.

outside.
the same inside.
the day sighs close.
another man to lose.

another hangman to noose.
this grip on life
loose.

outside.
outside this life.
another tale of strife?

in the morning
the robin red breast sings.
a song a warble a chirp a trill.

the sun opens his eye
and smiles a while.

birds of a feather flock together.
a black dart across bleeding sky.

red robin mute.
cat got his tongue.

my father crawls across
my heart a trail of thousand ants.
my blood sweet nectar.

pierce my soul a drop
of oil.

the toil the strife this
heavy life.
my day drawn dark
my song a soft echo
from the dying lark.

fur curled around tail.
from nose to tail the cat grins.
a hairball begins.