The Dark Poem

Brick-bakeries Baking in the sun Watched from moving metal kilns Moving? Perhaps. But getting nowhere. Sudden stops in the wild. The train runs late. Brick-bakeries Baking in the sun Watched from moving metal kilns Moving? Perhaps. But getting nowhere. Sudden stops in the wild. The train runs late. The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go Brick-bakeries Baking in the sun Watched from moving metal kilns Moving? Perhaps. But getting nowhere. Sudden stops in the wild. The train runs late. The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go And the sun went down. We sat in the twilight He and he and she and She And of course, health I. The ducks Splashed about. The peacocks, hoarsely Claimed territory And of course Their mates. A gust of wind A rustling of leaves A Solitary crow Late for some evening Appointment. Disappointment? And the moon came Up and up slowly Slowly Slowly Slow... ...ly As we watched The ducks flew home. Brick-bakeries Baking in the sun Watched from moving metal kilns Moving? Perhaps. But getting nowhere. Sudden stops in the wild. The train runs late. The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go The Sun beats down; The dead leaves stir; Crows caw. A babble of voices A total chaos Cacophony? The Sky darkens Clouds threaten. Thunder roars, mycoplasmosis rolls. People hurry Not all. And then it rains. It pours Bucketsful. An hour. Two. Wet people, wet earth, wet buffaloes, wet leaves, wet roads, wet wet It pours on. The heat seeps in. Throat dries up And so does the rain. No longer Can I hold the illusion. Hunger, sleep, Pure boredom Listening to the same old songs The same old words. I get up - It's time to go And the sun went down. We sat in the twilight He and he and she and She And of course, health I. The ducks Splashed about. The peacocks, hoarsely Claimed territory And of course Their mates. A gust of wind A rustling of leaves A Solitary crow Late for some evening Appointment. Disappointment? And the moon came Up and up slowly Slowly Slowly Slow... ...ly As we watched The ducks flew home. I sit on a palm tree a tall palm tree centuries old legacy of a thousand births legacy of the land of a thousand palms migrations to the big city migrations across seas across oceans and still, tadalafil I sit on the palm tree wherever I go I take the palm tree along I think it belongs to me it thinks I belong to it But I know that neither is real I like to believe that the palm tree puts things in perspective being high up in it, gerontologist I think I can see better, farther while all the while, all I see are palm fronds and of course, other palm trees I sit on the palm tree afraid to come down unwilling to come down I populate universities appreciate art comment on the state of affairs from the safety of my palm tree I travel the world untouched by it protected by my palm tree I hate my palm tree but I don't come down because it can't leave me and I can't leave it. Night shifts remembered. As distant dreams. Old, drugstore buy information pills faded, viagra almost, but not quite, lost. The midnight caller. Drunk, or asleep. Usually both. The music, midnight snacks, stolen naps. The skies whiten. It's morning. Time to go Home To sleep. Night shifts remembered. As distant dreams. Old, drugstore buy information pills faded, viagra almost, but not quite, lost. The midnight caller. Drunk, or asleep. Usually both. The music, midnight snacks, stolen naps. The skies whiten. It's morning. Time to go Home To sleep. One pencil A little piece of paper Stand between Me and sleep Hypnos pursues My trusty pencil Fights to Keep him off. The paper Patiently bears My scribblings Hypnos still pursues The mind staggers 'Neath the weight Of heavy slumber And yet, medic I fight... The monotone Drags me under The mire of sleep Blessed sleep. No lullaby Worked so well As Shakespeare Taught so ill. Cato and Strato Voluminus and Lucilius Pass before me In a hazy dream. And the Ghosts Of Caesar and Of Shakespeare Collectively groan No Opiate was Or is as powerful As this ordeal Making one drowsy. Sinking into the depths Of deep and mighty Slumber, this web I Struggle. Futility. Chloroform and Laughing gas Are great But greater still Is Shakespeare class. Here shall I stop. The time is come To give up the fight And accept fate. Night shifts remembered. As distant dreams. Old, drugstore buy information pills faded, viagra almost, but not quite, lost. The midnight caller. Drunk, or asleep. Usually both. The music, midnight snacks, stolen naps. The skies whiten. It's morning. Time to go Home To sleep. One pencil A little piece of paper Stand between Me and sleep Hypnos pursues My trusty pencil Fights to Keep him off. The paper Patiently bears My scribblings Hypnos still pursues The mind staggers 'Neath the weight Of heavy slumber And yet, medic I fight... The monotone Drags me under The mire of sleep Blessed sleep. No lullaby Worked so well As Shakespeare Taught so ill. Cato and Strato Voluminus and Lucilius Pass before me In a hazy dream. And the Ghosts Of Caesar and Of Shakespeare Collectively groan No Opiate was Or is as powerful As this ordeal Making one drowsy. Sinking into the depths Of deep and mighty Slumber, this web I Struggle. Futility. Chloroform and Laughing gas Are great But greater still Is Shakespeare class. Here shall I stop. The time is come To give up the fight And accept fate. One pencil A little piece of paper Stand between Me and sleep Hypnos pursues My trusty pencil Fights to Keep him off. The paper Patiently bears My scribblings Hypnos still pursues The mind staggers 'Neath the weight Of heavy slumber And yet, medic I fight... The monotone Drags me under The mire of sleep Blessed sleep. No lullaby Worked so well As Shakespeare Taught so ill. Cato and Strato Voluminus and Lucilius Pass before me In a hazy dream. And the Ghosts Of Caesar and Of Shakespeare Collectively groan No Opiate was Or is as powerful As this ordeal Making one drowsy. Sinking into the depths Of deep and mighty Slumber, this web I Struggle. Futility. Chloroform and Laughing gas Are great But greater still Is Shakespeare class. Here shall I stop. The time is come To give up the fight And accept fate.

A Nightmare Retold

-1- Fear, pharm Fright, web Darkness, Danger, Waiting to spring, Unknown, Unseen, Unheard, Sits in total silence And patience.

-2- With infinite deliberation, A finger reaches out, Grabs throat, Scream, Sudden Silence, the danger Vanishes, As suddenly as it came.

-3- Sweat, Breathe hard, fast Races - heart Shiver, Shivers Slowly calm down, A glass of water The reassuring sights Around. Soothe. Return, no, slip Slowly back into the VOID. The realm of terror. Stark naked, Torn to pieces, Flesh, blood, Blood, gore, White of bones, Stench of terror.

-4- The Beast stalks the One that slumbers.

Night shifts remembered. As distant dreams. Old, drugstore buy information pills faded, viagra almost, but not quite, lost. The midnight caller. Drunk, or asleep. Usually both. The music, midnight snacks, stolen naps. The skies whiten. It's morning. Time to go Home To sleep. One pencil A little piece of paper Stand between Me and sleep Hypnos pursues My trusty pencil Fights to Keep him off. The paper Patiently bears My scribblings Hypnos still pursues The mind staggers 'Neath the weight Of heavy slumber And yet, medic I fight... The monotone Drags me under The mire of sleep Blessed sleep. No lullaby Worked so well As Shakespeare Taught so ill. Cato and Strato Voluminus and Lucilius Pass before me In a hazy dream. And the Ghosts Of Caesar and Of Shakespeare Collectively groan No Opiate was Or is as powerful As this ordeal Making one drowsy. Sinking into the depths Of deep and mighty Slumber, this web I Struggle. Futility. Chloroform and Laughing gas Are great But greater still Is Shakespeare class. Here shall I stop. The time is come To give up the fight And accept fate. One pencil A little piece of paper Stand between Me and sleep Hypnos pursues My trusty pencil Fights to Keep him off. The paper Patiently bears My scribblings Hypnos still pursues The mind staggers 'Neath the weight Of heavy slumber And yet, medic I fight... The monotone Drags me under The mire of sleep Blessed sleep. No lullaby Worked so well As Shakespeare Taught so ill. Cato and Strato Voluminus and Lucilius Pass before me In a hazy dream. And the Ghosts Of Caesar and Of Shakespeare Collectively groan No Opiate was Or is as powerful As this ordeal Making one drowsy. Sinking into the depths Of deep and mighty Slumber, this web I Struggle. Futility. Chloroform and Laughing gas Are great But greater still Is Shakespeare class. Here shall I stop. The time is come To give up the fight And accept fate.

A Nightmare Retold

-1- Fear, pharm Fright, web Darkness, Danger, Waiting to spring, Unknown, Unseen, Unheard, Sits in total silence And patience.

-2- With infinite deliberation, A finger reaches out, Grabs throat, Scream, Sudden Silence, the danger Vanishes, As suddenly as it came.

-3- Sweat, Breathe hard, fast Races - heart Shiver, Shivers Slowly calm down, A glass of water The reassuring sights Around. Soothe. Return, no, slip Slowly back into the VOID. The realm of terror. Stark naked, Torn to pieces, Flesh, blood, Blood, gore, White of bones, Stench of terror.

-4- The Beast stalks the One that slumbers.

Sperm-drench'd balls of flesh Floating in a fevered mire Of thought. The flotsam of a nightmare. A pool of fright Surrounded by jungles of doubt. The darkness of lust The brightness of destruction The vomitus of a crazed mind Driven to the edge Teetering on the brink Of an eternity of nothingness Darkness regurgitated From What was once light Or was thought to be. A sickly light, pestilence The pallor of a rotting corpse. The fever passes Out comes the sun. The Light returns. The storms of doubt and fear, pancreatitis turn into gentle healing breezes. The mind clears And all is well. But the pause Is but momentary. The relapse is worse it cripples. The storms return, The ghosts of yesterday Avenge their defeat. Demons go wild In the mind Crazed again. As the fever strikes And all tethers break. The line is crossed The Breaking Point has come What soothed yesterday terrifies today Yesterday's balm is poison today Love, hate Lust, greed Deceit, sorrow Truth, falsehood All become one And the fire is quenched The mind ceases.