A legendary dark, so thick,
A corrosive smog to my young eyes that itched,
My kid-glove skin crawled like the parasitic tick,
It felt as though my whole system glitched.
A welcome into the dark cave,
Exhilarating walk from the womb, a step into the mystery,
Where shadows of truth barely behave,
The haste of rolling days writes the history.
A love missed; he was lost in a drunken haze,
And vanished in the phase, moments before I could show,
Double pain left a lifelong graze,
Tattooed on my heart but made me grow.
Into the enigma of unburied hatchet,
A tale of betrayal, the knife in the back.
By his own blood, sealed in casket,
They drank from pain and fed on lack.
Destroying his foundation was their thin little win,
But even a blind squirrel finds a nut once in a while,
That wade through the swamp was brutal and grim,
But through the murky sky, the dimly dawn cruises easily.
(* = i)
There’s a dimly lit house where a chicken sh*t mouse
Hides in a hole from the man and his spouse
He’s easy to please
Just leave him some cheese
And you won’t find a hole in your best Levi Strauss
But it’s easy to see when it’s fait accompli
And your new denim pants have a hole in one knee
To take care of that
They bought a big cat
Then somehow that one hole had turned into three
His wife bought those jeans so it started a row
She quipped why don’t you chase that mouse with a cow
They had quite a spat
Which frightened the cat
The mouse laughed and said so who’s chicken sh*t now?
*
Whoever said cats could catch mice were all liars
The man left the house and drove off - screeching tyres
He looked pretty grim
The house was still dim
That damned little mouse had chewed right though the wires
Dimly breaks the sun
light fights the hooded gray
spiders die birds escape
conquered leaves drop dead.
Fear abounds
for Victor Fall
be on a bounty-seeking spree
stripping strong trees
to naked bare.
While cowardly new growth
she hides she hides
as dimly
dimly breaks the sun.
deserted roadways
conceal moaning and laments
gas uprising price
Written: May 20, 2022
Over blistering coats of grey
The stars close their eyes and look away
During days they turn off their lights
While grey blends with the nights
Above this dark, well-trodden dirt
Their weary eyes remain alert
The few bright, sparkling eyes
Soon will learn to cut their ties
Nature’s ripped, bloodied sash
Loosely hangs under coats of ash
Her knotted tangled hair
Droops beneath a sorrowed stare
In her home it’s out of place
A stubborn smile still grips her face
‘Cause in this tainted, twisted earth
The roots of beauty are given birth
All good things left unsaid
The bodies, bones and dead
Just make this green shine so bright
It brings the day and breaks the night
And under blistering coats of grey
Nature’s touch is here to stay
One dimly lit and shadow morn
Outside all made of weather.
A cor’d o’ blimey son was born
Drooped in an angel feather.
‘Are you the lady of the lake?’
I asked in spectful tone.
‘The one with dodgy handlebrake
And speeches like a phone?’
‘Indeed I am that holy man.’
She answered all a sieve.
And leaking me a secret word
One she could only give.
I followed like an acrobat
Half juggling at the moon.
And knowing this was where it’s at
Ate Elvis with a spoon.
A bacon with its rind cut off
Came ambling like a Sunday.
And leaner than a racing sloth
It giggled like a Monday.
A mirror grimy
Dust, insect, fears, tears: my past
Reflect his image.
In a mirror dimly
The image thou wilt see
Is a trick of the eye,
Which clouds reality.
Thy soul is lost inside
This specious looking glass.
Such misplaced vanity,
In time will surely pass.
For time will have its day,
And all shall feel it stir.
An affliction bereft
Of remedy or cure.
If soul lies not within
Thy woeful withered husk,
What shall remain of thee
When daylight turns to dusk?
The last sight thou wilt see,
As thine eyes meet grimly,
Is thy true reflection,
In a mirror dimly.
He walks down
The dimly lit
street of drug use
His body and mind
Take abuse
Somewhere
his mother waits
Eyes turned inward
Pain never abates
How could this
happen to me?
What is it
that I don't see??
This is my baby
Born innocent
and pure...
Who stole him
from me?
Will this horror
long endure?
How do I
reach out?
What to say?
How much pain,
must I pay?
God, give me strength,
God, give me hope,
God help my child,
Be weaned from dope.
I'll pay whatever price
you ask,
If you help me,
with this task...
Take my soul,
Return him his
Let his life
return to its
proper path,
I will bear
any wrath
This is all
I ask of you
Please show me
dear Lord,
what
I need to do.
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