The snow I saw when I was a kid
As I slowly tread the boulevard
At break of night; lights zooming
Bouncing the nightmarish foundations
Oil demonizing the angel walkways
Glimpses of priests and devils
Treading my same path
I close my eyes and all melts away
And I awake to the earth
Crashing upon my throat
Rapping at my private chamber
Breaking in; forcefully like a thief
Music begins to dwindle
Among the snow I saw when I was a kid
Those cherry trees died that year
The river drained of it’s life force
And rooms became horrid
Under dim-lit ravenous hunger
Raping the purity
With knives-by way of-touch
Sounds closes about me
Scratching the surface of my brain
Letting the blood pour like rain
Till I wither like a rose
The fashion has gone out of it
Another superfluous entity
Rockets burning the midnight yearning
It haunts at queer hours
Taking residence like Columbus
Unwanted and ill-met
Orbiting like a mad toothed raven
All blackest glory, all intent
How has he the key?
I know that I surely did not give him it,
Yet he has it.
I am undone by a murdering priest
Of ill-advised friendship
One as insidious as my walls
All set against my passion
And will, purity, and innocence
One come to destroy myself
By the worst sure-set way
So I cringe as a wounded deer
In that desolate meadow
Unsure of what I am, or who
I cannot remove this mirror
It hangs above my head always
Relief
Oh, but I merely close my eyelids
And that room appears
Bright and dark as ever
I sleep soundly on a cement floor
For I know it cannot swallow me
Like my bed does
Night and again
Like a hearse driving my death train
On the slow drudging road
But the horizon speaks once again
He says to fight those haunts
Dispel them with happiness
I bitterly laugh, swilling down liquor
And coddle myself into oblivion
To be forgotten might just mean the world
To have no pains to speak of
And view this sunbeam with a cheery lip
Dreaming on stars and moonbeams
