Time In Flux (Post Tenebras)

Poetry 10

Fish eye lens, optical headache

A torrent of blood on your hands

Unseen acts in the sauna for the pleasure of seniors

Scenes from dreams, poetry unfurled

Chopping down trees to pay for the booze

and drugs and guns

to shoot your family in the back

Not to mention friends

The red pools in fields where the cows feed and children play

Guarded by the dogs nipping at the heels of donkeys

like the white ivory teeth of the piano

Singing Young's song of time's end as lungs fail from lead

Poison in a sense, scorched through tissue

The ticking clock does not heal all things

And centuries can tell you so

Teams and individuals

Russian novels written in despair

Their laughter ringing in the air and the new year

Tearing heads clean from the neck for the installation of LEDs

insulating neon demons

A devil with a toolbox checking on the kids

after dashing the dog’s head on the deck

Blaming imperfection for lack of self-control

Cracking bark signals deadfall staring down the center

eye-to-eye the silhouette, naked and horned

Prong-tailed, goat-legged, watching

No need for locks, the front door is fine for the devil with a toolbox

Opening and ending, the middle hardly matters

when it's matters of the heart

Cancelled trips to the beach make matters worse

Delayed for the time being, leading back home to the thieves

Unknown and known, patriarchs pass

and the kids play with the killer

tired of missing his kids torn asunder

Guilt, unbearable, burdens carried too long

Self-executions at dawn

[Inspired by Post Tenebras Lux]