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…
~~~~~~
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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