Clover fields
and sun-drenched skies,
wispy clouds,
they are but lies.
Everyone
is shrill, is cold–
nothing’s real,
they’ve lost their souls.
Smiling kids
with viper’s fangs
ring their bells–
for death, they clang.
Lovers in
their secret rooms
turn to dust
inside their tombs.
Nations rise
while others fall
but this time
death comes for all.
Shadows play
before my eyes,
whispering
what next will die.
Go along
and play your games
while the world
erupts in flames.
7-7-19
It’s all
crumbling.
We ignored the cracks,
now rebar whines
somewhere deep inside,
and the foundations begin
to groan.
A cloud crosses
before the moon,
and I wonder how close
Hati is to him now.
Someday he’ll be caught.
The wolf will
devour
the moon,
in the end.
Even the music
has faded.
Each note blurs into
the next,
as they all rush past,
without notice.
Everything reeks of mildew
and rot.
Neglect.
I hear crows
in the distance,
and the foundations
groan louder.
It’s time to wake up,
dear ones,
or we’re lost.
5-12-19
The roiling masses
scoop ashes of yesterday
into purses of gold,
as they crawl through fog
unaware of its caustic fumes.
The scent of lavender
and a glint of emerald light
sneak out from cracked-stone monuments
to dead and misplaced dreams.
In the distance
A low wail begins.
3-21-19
Shattered Mindspace 