night

by

midnight torment…

night embraces you
in cloth of hidden shadows
with sequin street lights
pulsing through the growing fog
sanctuary for nightmares
moments unwanted
making you conscious of death
and unable to sleep

 

by

merry-go-rounds…

i’m
having trouble sleeping
my dreams
are
continuations
of
my day
each anxious moment
is replayed
as if
on
a conveyor belt
where
my fears
are
mass produced
without
modifications
by
hope
just
cloned nightmares
at
dawn
i awake
in
a pool
of
sweat
weary of the night’s
offerings
fearful
of
the new day
that
will bring
a sequel
when
darkness
shrouds
my being

 

by

tale of two sets of clowns…

tomorrow
the circus
will come to town
but
there’ll be no clowns
for
many
have taken jobs
in the movies
playing
sinister characters
who crawl
from
dark spaces
with
rather
unfriendly faces
scaring
little children
who alas
wet their beds
when left
alone
without
a nightlight
others
have found
similar jobs
in
washington
scaring
the hell
out of us all
with
the same
unfortunate
biological response