something

Written by: john anusie

i sat alone
a torn robe in the dark
my loins slaving in slime
my thoughts with the wind
the flies passed by and wept
the fleas made me out 
and fled naked 
for i'm balding on the beak
of owls
cracking kernels that sooner 
bolts  into sable solitary holes

my eyes drinks the sky
as teeth of thunder 
cackle in grinding tempests
pouring ash spittle and sleet
on time's unbidden bride

o when shall i sit in the rain?
when shall i lean on the sea bean?