lOCK IN
your world away
I will vanish
and even if
you pick the
lock and drag
me out

I will be
within

The chrome
in the heat
the vinyl seats

the ashtray
open like a
mouth
the lipstick
like rose
kisses
on the cork
livid
and no where
the xx's

How I lived
beside the brew
of your soul
iradiated
with a healthy scale

Nursing a dark coffee
chasing the sugar with a spoon
around and around
in the whirlpool
a soft hue

Let me tell you the
cornflakes didnt
settle
and this walk
was harried
and rushed

But here I sit
with all the other
strangers
and this Sunday
stillness
us earlier risers
driven restless
our fidgeting fingers
chewed red
and shaving raw
bumps from
jittery nerves

How can I describe this?!

Blood is no more running
in my venae ,
but ink

If water ceased flowing
I won't panic
I have the words
to drink

The crumbs of metaphor
and imagery
satisfy
my hunger

After today I won't rage
the iambic feet
calm my anger.

If no air existed,
I won't care,
I shall inhale
my rhymes.

If all deserted me
it's still o.k.
poetry's all
I need to fill
my times

Your volcanic breath scorches me,
Blows away my peace with its strength,
Your look, a river of fire,
Burning away my resolve…

And I am the white crow
Tethered to your monolith,
Spiraling high in isolation
On angry, fiery winds.

Your patience rumbles,
ruptures,
erupting in flame,
maiming me;
Wings scorched, turning black
Covered with the soot
Of misunderstanding.

The unsteady ground trembles,
This pillar falls and crumbles,
Dragging me down
Into my chosen hell.