Eyes sealing close
Whole body jolt
Fallen victim to a hypnagogic jerk
Brace for the fall
Listen for the next strike
Nothing but background noise
Hum of refrigerator
Neighbors roaming upstairs
A car passing by
Still in bed
Eyes cautiously close
Succumb to sleep
As one succumbs to death
Mind your step as you make your way into my
Orchestral lair. The place where my sounds
Overflow like water in a claw footed tub, slipping under
Doors and into the floor, running down the walls like a siren’s song.
Be gone! Banish your melancholia
And stand up from the pit you have dug
Lying to yourself that you’ll never get out. True, you have a
Long way to climb but follow the sound of my hymns
And let the notes be your handholds and
Don’t look down.
Come on the heels
Of outer influences
Pieces of overhead conversations
Passed over before turning
Folding flower petals
Out of book pages
A sacrifice in the name of décor
And sleeping murder
Chained and tortured
With gold dust
Folded over and glued
Watching crows dive for garbage
cackling like witches flying overhead
a cigarette dangles from his slack jaw.
Who was he to judge their higher standards
for what they put into their mouths?
Rob a cradle or tame a cuckoldress?
He’d thought why sleep with a cherub
when he could make love to an angel?
With wings covered in the soot of burned lovers
her harpy talons carved his sins into his back
before throwing him upon a bed of spikes.
Even he couldn’t have written a better bitter end.
He, the novelist who knew no happy endings.
Now his pens are dried
His mind desert scorched
His thoughts of her a trash heap
even the crows refuse to eat.
by S.M. Saves