The premium midnight fuel boys ran the midnight circus arena that hovered outside the antique strip mall. It was a nine to five telemarketing job that drove me up a wall for two weeks, landed me beneath the sordid hospital foyer while they pumped me full of Adivan (to calm me down). The light bulb's incandescent fixture amid presumptuous candid sunrise, light came sprinkling in through bay windows. Babysitting me in the intensive care unit, sleeping while reclining in an uncomfortable chair, a northern Philly hospital tech. Recite the lords prayer in my head when I'm all bent out of shape about something.
We talked, that was the most we could do. I was hiding behind disheveled years of fatigue in the clinic. Boisterous at noon, how she moved so gracefully, unwinding dainty legs grazed the tip of my tired cranium upon meeting. While behind the mistakable establishment, city alleyways breathe unfathomable odor, dope people stray through ultraviolet surroundings, drowning to the gritty soiled surface.
Remembering you, yes I do recall. The darkened corridors echoing broken promises maliciously, insomnia carving new paths along lethargic brainwave malfunctions. Panic rides through my existence while pondering time in jail. Mercy came at the most inquisitive vulnerable hour to me. On my knees with depraved thoughts of streetwalkers, innocence, and death. My life diminishing exponentially beyond the pale horizon. Vulturous snickering passed before me hours earlier, much sooner the frail rain subsided. Enchanting moonbeams placed fragile prisms that adorned the remote corners of the skies vast forgiving chamber, thunderous clouds struck thick heavens, exhausting the autumnal earth, leaving expandable margins of saffron and hyacinths.
(angels did weep for me at the uncoiled gates)
BLOOD SISTERS
In previous forlorn days you poured me a stiff drink, I sucked it down but, the blood sisters poured them better. I relaxed between the stale curtain of evening while streetcars splashed muddy water on the pedestrian bums. You presented a rusty needle placed atop a dusted metallic spoon. I smiled while the leeches sucked my bone marrow dry. Scars were left upon the ancient perimeter. The flesh that suffers, the blank endless souls that cry out among weeping angels left desolate. A victim of hallucinatory deity, flowers at the night cemetery left unattended. 30 years in the making. Our premonitions pass through narrow vacant residential hallways, on our way to the nightlight bathroom to take a leak.
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