this bag of old flesh
is tired and threadbare cloth.
new shroud for the soul.
clock my heart
in the hollow room.
stethoscope cold on my heart.
tick tick goes the clock.
shameful sun
the yellow sun frowns
and puts on a grey visor.
cloaked in shamefulness.
turned leaf
behind a red door.
the world lies quiet and still.
another leaf turned.
godly howling
the beast in bulbous
belly hungry like the wolf.
howling at the gods.
heart ache
my soul flutters like
a bird beating in its cage.
heart wants to get out.