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?
Patricia Blacker says
Abdolutely loved it – I was captured from the very 1st line. So descriptively raw. Well done!
Issa says
Thanks 🙂