A murder of crows sit outside my window
two dozen eyes fixed on a single pane
surely,
this medium changed over the years
but IS the same
winter~times find them hunched together
for solidarity more than warmth waiting
knowing the effect of blackwings in
icy grey mornings
I believe they NEVER eat, but survive on my living....
- cawing, calling to my dreams
pecking out the eyes till my sleep goes blind
so mostly.......I FALL A W A K E
bed still shaking I scream silent
~smell of dirty birds embedded in my head
bed sheets wet from V E R T I G O...-But
every night , my soul goes out
to where stars don't exist..
for some...THING....
....I can never quite remember...but it's
wounded and bleeding
- I've come to believe
afterall
~ it's where the crows do their feeding, breaking
wings for morsels of
my..... sanity
under a tree twisted - bearing stretched necks
stands.....one huge
amphibian
screeching !...W H O ' S N E X T !?!.....and
I
am always at
the head of the line
reaching back
to grab other's
to push them forward
only to discover...
They are ALL versions of
ME
at different times in my Life
..even ME
at age SIX with that gigantic afro and that look on his(my) face
says.."not me !!!..........You go !!! "
then all
the rest of "ME's"
push the
"now Me"
towards the tree...
...branches stand full with every watching scavenger
I feel the hemp against the skin of my jugular
and my Six year old twin (ME)
grin's
strangely familiar
screaming....
"I KNEW YOU'D NEVER CHANGE!! "
"I KNEW YOU'D NEVER CHANGE!! "
I
KNEW
YOU
WOULD
NEV
ER
CHANGE !!!!
I fall awake~ bed shaking
smell of rope choking.....holding tightly....
crows calling
~at my window.
On A Continuous Journey
Gypsyman
two dozen eyes fixed on a single pane
surely,
this medium changed over the years
but IS the same
winter~times find them hunched together
for solidarity more than warmth waiting
knowing the effect of blackwings in
icy grey mornings
I believe they NEVER eat, but survive on my living....
- cawing, calling to my dreams
pecking out the eyes till my sleep goes blind
so mostly.......I FALL A W A K E
bed still shaking I scream silent
~smell of dirty birds embedded in my head
bed sheets wet from V E R T I G O...-But
every night , my soul goes out
to where stars don't exist..
for some...THING....
....I can never quite remember...but it's
wounded and bleeding
- I've come to believe
afterall
~ it's where the crows do their feeding, breaking
wings for morsels of
my..... sanity
under a tree twisted - bearing stretched necks
stands.....one huge
amphibian
screeching !...W H O ' S N E X T !?!.....and
I
am always at
the head of the line
reaching back
to grab other's
to push them forward
only to discover...
They are ALL versions of
ME
at different times in my Life
..even ME
at age SIX with that gigantic afro and that look on his(my) face
says.."not me !!!..........You go !!! "
then all
the rest of "ME's"
push the
"now Me"
towards the tree...
...branches stand full with every watching scavenger
I feel the hemp against the skin of my jugular
and my Six year old twin (ME)
grin's
strangely familiar
screaming....
"I KNEW YOU'D NEVER CHANGE!! "
"I KNEW YOU'D NEVER CHANGE!! "
I
KNEW
YOU
WOULD
NEV
ER
CHANGE !!!!
I fall awake~ bed shaking
smell of rope choking.....holding tightly....
crows calling
~at my window.
On A Continuous Journey
Gypsyman