Yard Sale

There is a spy within me tapped into suspicions one eye zeroed in round the clock There is a ward of smuggled wounds convalescing in my notebooks smudged so badly that only I can decipher their blood I wake early before family commotion starts before the endless mandible chatter rips apart the silence because my mind is groggy standing before sunrise because birds flutter in such a manner that my center loses grounding My eyes are sky pulled away from my brain morning fog stuffs my head I am an old basement damp and dripping Maybe a yard sale is in order to rid myself these shabby feelings these ragged doubts -------------------------------------------------- from my 6th book-length manuscript ©dah / dahlusion 2016 all rights reserved "Yard Sale" was first published in 'Chicago Record Magazine'