Sunder

I slept til my appetite for it was gone.
I woke to tear and rumble and burn from the
inside out. Quiet creeps to my door now,
and erupts through the pores. Eye-glow,
spell-bind. Quiet creeps in through
the sockets in the eyes and feeds the
need for scream.
This is the loudest phase.
The crush will come.

Vacant

No longer.
New haunted.

Ghost gone.

My Ghost Returns

A glittering thing,
a glimmer, a song,
a slide and shimmy-
shake and long.
Longing is the gift
and ache. Aching is
the absence and lack.
If you want the witch,
entice her back.
The house will creek
the rafters moan, and
the magic enters by
tortuous path.
Balance, off, and on,
shift, laugh, the
madness and tears.
Ghost returns, the
seasons change.
Spirit neglected,
finds sustenance.
Beware, foul, fear
the glimmer, shimmer,
turn away. All things
in their time, turn and
re-turn.

Central.

You can't run away. From
the person-- you are,
there, you are, back where
it all began. The same
sickening and self-sick
creature, abject.

America

"Was America’s newfound self-confidence still so fragile that it required French approval to appreciate what was right under its nose?"

A Tangent

A skein flung and
light path bright
reel

May

Flame consumes all,
with no concern for the end.