Death
my sins behind me
wrapped in white linen steeped in
your divinity
–
under water-
the surface
receding
my sins behind me
wrapped in white linen steeped in
your divinity
–
under water-
the surface
receding
such oppressive heat-
my sleeping cat slowly drips
from his windowsill
–
shimmering sand-
false promises
in the distance
my soul recoils from
the cold skeletal touch of
the angel of death
–
twilight-
fireflies lead me
across the river
almost a year clean
yet I still have a hard time
passing by the spoons
–
closing time –
club soda
my paltry reward
immaturity-
unsure of how to deal with
my first streaks of gray
–
afternoon light-
test swatches
on the wall
a glowering moon-
the creak of a rocking chair
in an empty house
–
moonlit shadows-
your hand
pale in mine
high flying embers
remnants of a prior life
slowly turn to ash
–
distant thunder-
lightning strikes
a joshua tree
staring at the floor
scuffed and worn beneath my seat
from those in my shoes
–
dawn breaks-
outside the
waiting room
a quick glimpse into
the recesses of my soul
is all I can bear
–
sinister clouds-
reflections of
black water
families asunder-
buzzards circling high above
the southwest desert
–
riding the smoke-
wild horses
in the distance