8.11.10

Lines, untitled

Stagnant days,
when emptiness speaks
the soul drowns in chardonnay

Chilly weather,
when joints squeak
the body stands at the end of its tether

Insomniac nights,
when tear ducts leak
the heart falls from wuthering heights

Relentless rain,
when the will is weak
splitting becomes a deadly bane

Rapid undulation
object constancy sneaks
each imagination stings with rejection

Unsettling silence,
when borderline peaks
the mind runs amok in frantic cadence

Forgotten story,
when the door creaks,
freeze like a mannequin or be sorry
keep the knife before things get gory

A play long over
stop the hide-and-seek
He has got you under His cover

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