POETRY
Melting Midnight
Life estranged
Long days
spiral a sideways gaze
an elongated phase
while I am lost to spades
of a life estranged
inside a mind on fire
ruminating thoughts
washed and wasted
in the weather
of navigating the waiting
for the days of dawn
The day
when clocks
seed their strikes
from bleeding stars
penned from inky skies
while I stand affixed
cemented inside
this antiquated cocoon
but I’m still in startled skin
falling into patterns
swirled from ancients
and cascades of coagulated haste
Seems I’m my own about-face
I haunt my blunted bones
from rickety heels to splitting heads
before reaching out
to embrace chilled memories
that line Earth
with the last embers
of numbered grace
elegantly encased
circling the ones left for dead
while my dreams remain stuck in sunrise
we live headless lives
