front row seats
to the fight of your life,
the runway flights in the night,
the flashing lights calling.
take a step
make the move or
stay in the groove…
#
the closet doors banging
the unforgettable you.
truth has nothing to do.
silence is a crime.
i will not be ignored.
is more like it…
#
but you will listen
or pretend to.
but it will jerk you up…
eff you up.
#
hidden away in the kitchen.
as stubborn as a hard on.
and you have your hands full.
formalin trips, pretentious quips.
hold on to my quill…
#
i’ll take you some where.
somewhere past time…
beyond the groping
of judgement and intrusive guilt.
#
into darkness.
into yourself…
#
chasing after covering words
for your cowering nakedness.
dancing shadows.
i drag you to hell.
like truth.
i watch…
#
you must love me
#
you should hate me.
#
until you hear
the noises in my head.
nowhere to run. nowhere to turn.
#
then its just pictures.
pounding nails.
ground opens.
church bells.
#
the beginning
of claustrophobia
‘turn to your neighbour’
or knock on the door
louder than the hymns
#
almost doesn’t count
when you are boxed in
kicking in a coffin…
#
giving up
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