A Raven Wrapped in Red Thread

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

bound forever to
this promise of love we led
and every single secret kept
represents another form of regret
as flightless fliers deign to die.

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

staring eyes watch us,
filled with dread,
as the night darkens better-
no brave soul would face the weather
and no bird twitches wings to fly.

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

footsteps wander
which path to tread,
not that the amber leaves have fallen
nor air inducing a feeling maudlin,
and beaky silence induces sigh.

There is a raven wrapped in red thread

a phantom ghost-
our daily bread-
glowing numbers writ in red,
divining meaning beyond time;
There is a raven wrapped in red thread.

TGIF

I match too well.

The pain,
ad nauseam,
until function is erased.
Sitting sloth like in a slump.
11:11 a.m.

I'm useless.
Thinking slowly,
Sinking slowly,
waiting until the lunch bell rings
at 11:18 am.

Fading in and out of focus,
spelling out the words I know,
sitting here and waiting
for the clock to read
3:59 p.m.

six minutes

No need to worry.
This is just the moment in time
as I am waiting for you to call
12:40 am
The Scientist fades out
and Agoraphobia fades in.
I cannot think of a time when
the music sounded better.
I'm going back to the start
and I'm going to stay inside,
for good.
Tear me out,
and you find,
you can't.
I'm entrenched,
I'm part of you,
don't avoid me,
you can't forget me.
Please forgive me for being small
as I place an unanswered call
at 12:46 am

Perception

Disarray is how we follow through
Disassociation of ions
oil and water
separate
separate
separate
get out now
before the structural integrity is lost
long gone,
all gone,
go away
stay away
when you're gone
you are so far gone
and I cannot stand to see you back-
but wait a minute
then you will see
it is not about the you,
the me.
A flimsy attempt at something like
the migration flight of so many senses
and insensible actions
I don't trust you
can't trust you
can't trust you
won't trust you
can you taste the fear?
no trust
no trust
no truth
I don't believe there is any thing better out there
as any better thing slips your mind
and you get lost in your grand design
Who are you when you are not with me?
deception, lies
misconception, cries
tell me
tell me
I want to know
and even if it is something different
each and every time
then the singular grain of truth is worth so much more
than a decades worth of lies.

Introspective storm

Last night,
the rain drummed a lullaby
sending the world to sleep.
~
I will admit
that I did not desire
exit from this conscious world
and only relinquished my grasp therein
after an arduous journey
entangling myself
in something like dreams.
~
He says he is alive and well.
That they are treating him excellently.
But I notice the script,
hidden behind the newspaper,
that is verification for the date:
September 14, 2009.
They want something.
They are using him
as the salt in our wounds.
~
My dreams are innocent and frightening
I meet people with whom I have only ever spoken
and I know them as they are.
The weather is grey, rainy,
introspective.
We are in Boston
but it looks like Chicago,
and there are patrol boats in the river
that borders the college stadium,
almost like SeaWorld,
where we have gathered to watch the game
on two huge television sets.
I am with a friend who left in August,
and I see her,
without a difference discernible between then and now.
And I am so confused about why we are at a football game,
and why there are patrol boats,
white, zooming through the water,
soaking bystanders in their wake,
and Why there is woman's voice from above
calmly repeating
"Do not panic, this is only a test,
Please, continue to watch the game."
~
Upon awakening,
I pause for a moment before I comprehend the rain.
These droplets have fallen, relentless,
for hours,
barely brushing the consciousness
of the nightmared,
sleeping world.