Jul 20, 2017

The relentless fly



My thoughts stab me to sleep.

I ask all the Gods to intervene.

My dreams as strange, and haunting, as bat filled caves;

Red-eyed, blood thirsty, upside-downs.

I try in vain, ideas I conjure in my waking fogginess;

imagine the pairs of animals climbing Noah’s ark,

there go the giraffes, there go the moths..

The unicorns, the unicorns were left behind. Forgotten.

If I could swat my sadness,

the relentless fly, nosily buzzing in the background of my life, torturous.

If I could fold and refold it, pages upon pages of dog-eared brutalities roaring in my ear.

Here, I say to the night, swallow this if you can

Let your heavy cloak of darkness cover this

And right under the watchful gaze of the pompous full moon, the night declined,

ashamed.

The earth will no burry it, the sky will not veil it, the seas will not drown it.

My ferocious anger, my battering despair, growing, sharp, claw-like, venomous thorns on my skin.