where once thoughts reigned
a snowstorm dragged from static falls
loud behind my burning eyes
and brighter than I dare recall
a shattered screen screams and cracks
dissecting dreams like razor’s edged
leaving no corner undisturbed
smashed clarity left in its stead
save me from the squirty fish
that’s lodged inside my head
he blocked the vaccuum cleaner
when I cleaned under the bed
and when I looked inside the hose
he jumped out to my surprise
then made his way right up my nose
and lodged behind my eyes
so now I have this squirty fish
a sucking on my brain
I doubt that I’ll be hoovering
under the bed again.
a ghost stands at my window
angered by the morning storm
his solemn voice rides on the chill
that wraps around the dawn
he fights against the cock crow
for in its song he dies
and as the sunrise smothers him
I’m lost inside his eyes
which every night in moonglow
return to torment me
the knowledge that one sundown
I too will be as he.
under blue skies
in a past’s perfect
serenity
now under stone
and lost to time
non existent memory
moss covered monkey
underneath the tree
he thinks I can’t see him
I think he can’t see me
but as I watch his face all green
smiling left and right
it’s obvious he knows I’m there
just waiting out of sight
so we pretend that we’ve not seen
each other in the woods
and go our ways a satisfied
we could have if we could.
this forest mist
is rising blood
from the slaughtered
ancient woods
that witnessed
vanity’s release
in histories
bereft of peace.
let’s dance to songs that make us cry
at the point when sunlight dies
that our emotions paint the night
with jeweled tears the stars ignite
the mad hatter caterpillar
has a dozen heads
so many that it puzzles him
just what to scratch instead
if fact he’s also mortified
as when he wears a scarf
all the grown up butterflies
just laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh…
we rode along the dappled lanes
as April blossoms fell like rain
and traced a thousand fingertips
unheralded across our lips
and this kiss, did promise bring
the new day bursting forth as spring
Ludwig’s letters longing lust
scribbled scrawly on the bus
as the bus bounced around town
Ludwig’s lust was calming down
so in the end he soon employed
the marker pen to ode his joy
sniffing pear drops inner peace
tripped out thoughts of his Elise
