Tres

Ghostly light forced through cloud,
trees awoken from their slumber;
A howl of pain across the sky;
grief for a falling world.

That silhouette of wood and leaves,
pushed around by wind on wood and leaves;
Regains balance as light fades;
That silhouette of sturdy grace.

Rain on ground and on glass,
Pebbles thrown at my window;
Come out, says the storm,
Come out and love me.

Peligro

There’s a devil caressing my spine,
spewing venom into my nerves.
It jumps at the back of my throat,
and laughs when I flinch.
Its cold grip holds my heart of ice in place;
and the disease spreads.

It freezes one cell
then the next.
And all you can do is watch.

I have all the help they can give.
And I’m getting worse.
And all you can do is watch.

Solitario

In this building of nurses insisting I press the bell and let them help, the panic attack plays through without witness.

A midnight delivery scares the birds out of the trees and into the sky; free and flying and soon they will be calm.

Another minute passes. Another moment closer to morning. Another cry down the hallway from a man who doesn’t know what morning is. 

Trastornado

An exercise in recognising strength
began with waking in a pool of sweat;
With a throat full of bile,
And a heart full of terror.

I killed four people last night.
I remember the tearing muscle
as I ripped the jaw off one;
The way I was hunted;
The way I was found;
Cornered.

The laughter.
The anticipation.
My own jaw.
My own tendons.
Their revenge.

And this morning-
I dressed and cooked and cleaned;
I brushed some dogs;
I wrote another thousand I’ll probably never publish.

I laughed a little.
My body count is long lost;
Maybe somewhere with my mind.