Fear
monsters in my head
clamor at the gates of hell
screaming to be let out
–
the hiss of rain-
slow scratching
under my bed
monsters in my head
clamor at the gates of hell
screaming to be let out
–
the hiss of rain-
slow scratching
under my bed
the sun reaches down
and kisses the horizon
at the dawn of dusk
–
spreading warmth-
two more fingers
of liquid gold
the edge of the moon
nicks the night sky and reveals
the bare hint of light
–
cloaked in darkness-
betrayed by
a cigarette
shut in this fortress
long days spent looking over
my kingdom of sand
–
rising tides-
my castle begins
to crumble
hallucinations-
my ephemeral partners
along for the ride
–
water lilies-
a pond dimpled
by dragonflies
clear azure waters
tropical sun overhead
melting my resolve
–
bronzed skin-
one more glass
of dutch courage
late sun at our backs
walking the path before us-
intertwined shadows
–
passing time-
in the corners
collecting shadows
the burning red orb
casts its gaze about the land
hard and unblinking
–
ragweed-
my eyes swollen
and gritty
as the sun goes down-
I turn the final pages
of this well worn book
–
a ashen moon-
mist descends
upon the moors
the ragtop put down
bare feet up on the dashboard
red hair in the wind
–
pacific coast highway-
california dreamin’
on the radio