In a State of Shock

Now completed, with Ahuva Goldstand:

Pixies and pygmies
metaphors and similes
black-orange sunrise
marred grey leaves

perhaps it was time to say goodbye
shedding mercury tears
but it wasnt me
that was supposed to cry

zeolots pledge
infedility, yet trust
within my marrow
wisps of rust

I'm not high
why am i walking on air?
come on out now, self
i know you're there

hairy baldness
on my head
writing it all down
what was that thing i said?

about morning glories
enjoying carnal nights
shivering with lust
their cleansing rites

cracked blankets of autumn
covering smoothed out land
kneeling grey ditches
trying to stand

forests aflame
in the cool nights air
burnt out heart
cower in your lair

trying to make sense
of what you see around
moisture in the dust
sky in the ground

amongst metaphors
and similes
orange black sunsets
and marred grey leaves

In a cold dark room
On a dreary winters night
Pensive in my gloom
'twas a wretched sight


as my pen I gripped
left with none but me
oér my thoughts I tripped
blindly trying to see


flowing ink like blood
crimson, hot like fire
smoke, ashes, wine and mud
tangled lies, fear, desire


saltly words falling free
raced across the page
raving mad I begged
pulling hair, I raged


and the moon, undisturbed
hung tranquil in the sky,
offered nothing, unperturbed
impassive to my silent cry


fury of my pen
lonely echo to my call
like a beast, guard my den
tomb of fear standing tall


poisoned words, verbs and noun
cloak the raw, mask my plight
shaking hand, eyes cast down
last escape, my pain, I write.