now i lay me down to sleep…

when the lights
go out
childhood fears
re-emerge
shadows
become 
demons
hurried
whispered words
to god
to
renew
youth’s contract

 

 

renegotiation…

awakened by sounds
forgotten childhood fears
shadows spinning on walls
whispered words to gods
for a contract renewal

round midnight…

sometimes love’s counting
night breaths or feeling for pulse
to waylay death’s fear

 

diametrically different from the twelve days of christmas: ghost #8…

so foolish to think
that i’m under the bed when
i lie next to you