I slit the neck of time
As the wolf, prowls the town
Carrying with him, a stench
So fowl, it rots the stone of death,
A scream, far from where I stand
Vibrates the puddle that pools
My sweat, when the wolf
Corrals my sight,
Still, clenching onto the knife
Dripping moments, onto a scorched plank,
I feel a cold tremble, rising up my spine
As the wolf backs me
Into an eclipse, swallowing the sand
Flooding out of the shattered hourglass,
And suddenly that scream, vanishes
Into the gullet of the wolf
Howling, at the echoes of the clock.
Shut In
Fear, stretches out it’s hand
For me, to take,
As I browse my surroundings
Finding myself in my home,
That has blended, into the forgotten,
My still window shudders
In the loneliness chill
That slithers, through the anchors,
Which have latched on to me
As I’m held in this ever lasting perch
Upon sanity’s conditioning,
I revert back into my webbed nest
Away from the long spinney reach,
As the cage echoes, in the rattle
Of being shut in.
The Waiting One
He softly speaks, “Let me go.”
Quiet moment, except for the
Crinkle of bones, loosening grasp
As he jumps in the murky swallow,
Never to be in sight of collapsed moon,
She keeps her watch on the abyss
Hoping to shine light
From her housed place, on the sand,
She pleads with the inimical storm
That clouds her sight
With rising terror, consuming
All the wreckage it caused,
A night darkened, by the shadow
Cast over her island,
While she perches, atop her peak
Waiting, refusing to swallow hope
For his humble return,
Finding a never ending horizon
Consuming her desperation,
She waits, till the end of all existence
To avail to herself, her house in ruin
Spread by the decay, of tarnished years
Waiting for the return of a sail,
Lost.
Puzzle Pieces
He wakes,
Empty of recollection, when so much
Has transpired in moments, erased,
Frantically, he tries
To steady his bearing
While everything whirlwinds
Through his brittle mind,
Shocking the stems, of uncertainty,
He stumbles, smacks and knocks
Over a weak, wooden table
Spilling, what it cradles,
A dirty blade, scraping
Across the forsaken hollow hole,
Crashing, into splintered glass,
He quavers over, and collapses
In arms reach of the blade,
But he doesn’t grab it,
Instead, he stares at himself
Studying the stranger
In the rusted reflection,
Still trying to put together the pieces
Of the shattered puzzle,
When he discovers a stain, dragged
From where he lays
Across to the wide door,
He slowly pulls himself, slithering
Along the stretched path,
Lies a rigidly sharp, broken nail, one
After another one, along the dry trail
As the puzzle starts crumbling together,
Finding fragments of devastation
Beneath the wielding hand
That struck against, what resides here
In the barren shadow,
He creaks over, onto his back
With sight hazily focused on the rafters,
And what dangles from it,
A soft chime, which only now
Can he hear it’s call to him,
Watching it clink against it’s own noose,
Tremors, becoming violent
In the bleeding clarity of his gaze,
When he sees the convergence
Sparked, from the pendant above,
Bringing together, all at once
The entire vacant puzzle,
*********
The man walks in, crushing a picture
Between his dirty fingers,
A hard man, cold and heavy,
Barging in where the boy resides,
Unsheathes his dagger, blinding
Sight in the reflection of darkness,
The man demands the pendant
To be put back into his possession,
Screaming that is all get has of her,
The two have fought for the last
Piece, of her,
Lost, to when she bore the boy,
He blames the boy
For ripping her away,
As the boy refuses to relinquish
Possession of the pendant,
The man drives the blade
Through the pendant, into his son,
He jerks the blade out, sending
The pendant into the rafters,
The boy, still alive, gasping for him
As he drags the body towards
With the boy, clawing at the floor,
The father opens the door
Beneath him,
Feeding his son, to the flame.
*****************
The puzzle is put back,
Only to be ripped apart
And scattered into the lost, again.
Quicksand
Dust, in the desert of a stained home
Crowding the vacuum of the void,
Vultures swooping towards his heart
As he shivers, from the gust
Of curdling sorrow
Carried, on the black wings,
Singed from the fires of perdition,
The door, frozen in the world’s collapse,
Nothing to see here, they all abandoned
The suffering immersed in spider’s chaos,
He sinks, further into the black of the sand
That swallows him, in shattered pieces
With no intention, of reaching out
For that outstretched palm,
The lights burnt out,
Long ago.
Within the Dying
The reign of my fire is becoming
Silent in my solitary vigil,
Fighting against a forgotten remembrance
That is unavailing,
Frightened in the delicate flame
Drowning against it’s feeble light,
I am no longer amongst
The rage, in the pit
Just rising smoke,
To the vanishing,
I have raged through many years
But now, the dying light
Consumes me,
There is no choice in the wolf
Extinguishing my uproar,
This is no fabled mind,
Only, a paralyzed struggle
Against an inevitable occurrence,
I don’t see my reflection
A rapidly fading blaze,
I’m submitting to abyss
In my candelabra
Surrounded, by none,
I’ve rampaged for as long as I could
To not lenient against
The swallow of the light,
No more, can I lift shield
Against it’s overbearing sword,
Take me to the night.
Giving Up a Friend
Here I sit, lost in the life of others,
Watching as they pass by, glancing
At me and my friend
Resting, on my lap,
Soaking in my smell
Panting, unsure of what’s to come,
Unaware that I, can’t bear
It’s stench
Bark
Or wag of it’s tail,
It has become my enemy
Stalking me at every corner,
I’m afraid of it’s sharp
Tapping sound, echoing
In my hollow torment
After emptying the Raven closet
Of all that reminds me of her,
Except, for the full vacant eyes
That follow me,
This friend, is an illusion
Of consonance,
And here I cradle this beast
When a stranger stops,
Awes at the timid creature
Then asks to cradle her,
Like all the many others, I ask
If they would rescue me from
The last of my memory,
Finally, this stranger agreed,
I relinquished my lingering past,
I walked away, empty
Of what mocked my detriment.
The Bat Shrieks
She presses around soaked pain
Within hollow hours of this
A stained distressed moon,
She avoids the piercing glowing stare
From that scornful bat, residing
On the sharp edges of her world,
It shrieks, quaking her heart
As she caves further into herself,
But how long, can she evade it’s glare
That scratches at her dungeon door,
The perpetual filth of it’s torment
Barges in, crushing
The already fleeting light,
Hanging on to a fading ledge
As the bat shrieks, echoing
Off closing walls,
Of the eclipsed cavern,
The bat rips her strength, shaking
Her existence in the eternal dark,
The bat shrieks, forevermore,
Reaching out for her
In the imbalance,
Where she wrestles with the affliction
Never able to rise above,
But how can she, when the shrieks
Throw cold steel
Through her ailing beats
Spilling under the floor boards,
Cursed to be in the shadow of it’s wing,
She holds onto the past, one moment
That has held her,
Intact within the echo
Of the shattering shriek,
She grips the lost clock
Against her abducted soul,
Hiding, within the silent thump,
Yet she plummets into the red waters
That perches above her,
Latched, in the hold of it’s scowl
Hypnotized by its crowding villainy,
She has spiraled into the bat’s crimson
Not knowing the way out,
Frantically chasing after its shriek,
Being sucked into the vortex,
Forgetting the moment behind her
Only seeing, the monster
That hunts her.
Rest in peace
How do you deal with your monster?
Do you cling to the Jekyll moment
Praying for the hulk of your emotion
To subside in the tepid sun,
The monster, drags it’s fingernails
Along your fragile glass, scraping
A design of madness
To the answer rattling, in your hand,
A potion syntaxed in the nothingness
Of insomnia, the dying light
Lost of rage,
Rest in peace.
As Simple as a Rose
She moves through grey mounds
Of gusting clouds, pushing
Through doubt and confusion,
Sipping on the drizzles of faded light,
She balances herself, strolling through
An uneven, cracked dry path,
Nothing but a wasteland
That stretches, over the boundless,
Dusky raggedy dress
Reflective, of her world
Seen seamlessly through her eyes,
Along her path, she finds color
Growing out, from the dead soil,
A cluster of roses rises
From the nothing of the deprived,
She bows down, to sink
In the sight of this spurting fairy tale,
She threads one of the roses
And it melts the prosaic,
Streaming away from her,
Now, with a spark in her eye
And the rose in her hair.
****
He waters the same spot
Everyday, at the exact time
He lost everything,
Before that moment, the world
Had a different bounce,
The sky, expansive and wondrous,
Before that moment, he never knew
A splinter of pain,
But within that moment
He was flooded,
In a crash of light upon
What is now, the eternal dessert,
He waters the spot
She was taken away,
He grows for her,
He continues to change back
What was ripped away from him.
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