milk for cowardice

I take the long way home again

letting the light

and dark play

and wash over

my brain.

I like no voices at all

except those crafted in shadow,

and those I covet like an old man

or woman or maybe a

malnourished planet.

Have you ever watched a snake

long enough to see

if it’s old age

that finally gets it?

Boom boom boom.

There’s a poison there

but you knew that

without me even

there to tell you.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s