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Kafka I Guess?

Circling round

You trudge onward

A spiral down

Looking ever forward

Life is a tale

That’s far more exciting

When told by those that failed

Than the fools left fighting

To clock into this horrid mess

Head down eyes unfocused

This nightmare almost Kafkaesque

Would you could be a locust

Nothing to see here

Just the death of another dream

To be forgotten our final fear

Less impact than a fly it seems

Clock out drive home

Mind begins to wander

To escape the rock and snowy loam

See the sky the stars and their wonder

Red lights warning flash

You brake and come to halt

Inside you something breaks with a crash

Teeth grinding roar rising ready to assault

A scream so primal

Teeth bared with danger

Your whole life, a trifle

The world echoes this anger

You get home

Cat awaiting you

Television helps inspire, some

Reminding that we are those happy few

But

But there’s something stuck now

A dark thing hunched and growling

TASTE THE FLESH OF A SOW

HEAD BACK AND HOWLING

No

Now calm deep breath

You lay your head back

No time for that much death

It’s time to hit the sack

Nothing Happens

‘Nothing ever happens here’

I think out loud

To myself

In my head

The door bell jingles gently

playfully

Then he walks in

What world did he fall from?

Why would he have left?

To end up here

In my little now here

We smile

Shared moment of knowing

Was it my hair

Something on my face

The way I held myself?

No bother what it was

He walked up

A devil’s grin plying his lips

Playing on his features

I put away the journal

Page after page of useless words

Poetry I suppose in some circles

I

I’ll skip ahead I suppose

A date or two

Three I suppose

Counting the library

He whisks me away

His name was Into

Finnish he said

Explains his beauty

What I didn’t suspect

Didn’t want to think

Was what I actually was

To this angelic man

Every time he leaves

Every time I am alone

Nothing happens

Life stops

Or nearly seems to

When he returns

Color returns

Things happen

Life happens

When he’s gone

Nothing Happens

When he is here

I wish only that I was

Ever Here

What would you do

How would you feel

To realize

That you were nothing more

Than the supporting cast

In another person’s life?

Pinnacle

I’m so glad I took the high road

There’s so little traffic up here

Letting me look down

And hawk a loogie or two on

Those little wrong doers

I’m so much less flawed

A shining example of my species

Perfect in almost every way

Strong, and smart, and funny,

Quick

Slick, oh and humble too

From this vantage those squabbles

All seem so little and pointless

Creed?

Suffocating structure killing creatives

Morality?

Shackles slung by weak bourgeoise

I’m freed from all

Constrained by none

And so I’ll have my fun

First Time on the Job

We army crawled

Belly to ground

Elbows for leverage

“Yeah there’s all sortsa critters

What would live under houses.”

He grunts behind me

Dragging a bag of tools

“But most are gonna run

At just the sight of a person.”

I’m huffing and groaning

Stopping to wipe my face a moment

“Possums, cats, raccoons

Y’know the sort I’m sure.”

I freeze as I see something

Illuminated before me

“What do’y suppose that is?”

I whisper as I track its length

Beam showing foot after foot

Of white

Almost luminous

Sinewy flesh

Pulsing and gyrating

Slowly

Slowly

Us

We share a bite

Splitting scratch

Drive me wild

And to the grave

We die together

And abandon the day

No light required

Between our radiance

Dominance but not possessive

Collar but no whip needed

Sweetness with a twist

Lemon and rum

And our favorite

A bit of mint

The taste of us

Shadow of the Past

A chill ran up my spine

Did someone walk across my grave?

Or…

A shadow darkens the doorway

In walks none other than

The crown prince of darkness himself

Lucifer

Though

In reality

If it were Satan, that might have been nice

No instead here is a human

Conniving and cruel

Others haven’t seen through

But I sure as hell do

I’d as soon cast you into oncoming traffic

As see your face again

So mayhap it’s best if you take leave

Before my senses do

Heat Wave

I rest my head against the fan

Sighing softly with a whine

“It’s so… hot.”

The words, simple, but barely forming

The shimmering bones beside me clatters

“It’s not hot, it’s the humidity”

The difference is lost on me

Sweat pooling beneath me

Oh to fall in the cool reflection

Never suffer this withering blast again

The world seems empty here

The sun driving all that crawls and cries to flee

All except a shadow by my door

The crow outside begs for rain

You and me both, buddy

The setting of the sun will bring no relief

The clay we built our hell on

Clinging to this cloying heat