Mania poems: Hurricane to Rabid Cycle

hurricane brews.

a hurricane brews within my head.
thoughts, thrashing like waves against rock,
are of the living and the dead.

A thousand indecisions
drowned quietly in the waves,
just then a thunderbolt of urgency
unexpectedly invades.

S.O.S I am the admiral of
this ghost ship that’s sinking…
the water here is frigid
and I don’t trust my thinking.

A hurricane brews inside my head
my Ghost Ship is tossed and tumbled
I withdraw my rusted anchor
from the lonely seabed

I remember Elliot’s Wasteland
so baron… so dry…
I set my mast and sail away
to where the sea meets the sky

Dream awake for
what dreams can be
a blizzard of nothingness..
flames of desire have arisen
in me like the first
sunrise in spring,
easter is the season of rebirth

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Rabid Cycle

Shades drawn… lights dimmed

The Beast outside has been fed.

Fade deep into the Armchair…

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Elegant burning within my head:

The flame upon a vigil candle

In a draft-less corridor.

Feeling and daylight make

Up a waxy fuel.

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Night evanesces into day.

The hungry beast calls out,

Like the divine to Lazarus…

And feeds on Legion’s despair.

Vague silhouettes flash by when I close my eyes

Quick images in black & White…

Thought race fast…

Flowers burst with color…

The world is alive…

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