Monday, 22 December 2014

the turnaround

i crash and burn
my world falls
down
i get right up
then turn
around

a letter from a jailhouse
jay-cat
tries to work behind
the tired eyes

take me down
from Dubai heights

strip my inhibition
stark naked
hollering
mad

far
from sunlight

to depths below
the dolomites

recessed
in death's sincere sound
of silence

pervasive and persuasive
fears of senseless
resounding
violence

i'm lost already
in tomorrow's retribution

the fantasy labyrinthine
of my furious
mind