The Off Season

Frozen autumn leaves

Frost the path before me;

Hoar hovers over

Naked trees;

/

In wan wintry skies

Briefly rests the night

Before once again

Filling the eyes to the brim;

/

And the snow won’t fall,

And the sun won’t rise –

Naught would light the true face

Of this moment in time

/

When the past is gone,

While the future fears

To step on the same path

As I

The Rabbit Hole

I must be falling

Into the void

Still

/

And the disgusting

Images

I’m seeing

/

Are either

My

Memories

/

Or but conjectures

Of my mind,

Dying;

/

Endlessly deep,

Lonely

And cold

/

Is the imagination’s

Rabbit hole;

/

As through it

I half-soar,

Half-fall,

/

I can’t remember

Who I really

Was,

/

I’m seeing someone

I don’t

Recognize

/

Who’s doing things

Which make me wish

I didn’t have my eyes

/

Endlessly deep,

Lonely

And cold

/

Is this rabbit hole

With mirrors

For walls

The Habit

I have to ask you

Not to ask me

If it hurts –

/

Pain has become

Less of a feeling

And more of mere word;

/

It walks me home,

It sleeps with me

And holds my hand

/

Keeping at bay

The creeping fear

That I have nothing left;

/

You say I seem

To love my pain;

I wish that this was true;

/

What’s true’s that all I ever wanted

Hurt, challenged,

Broke or bruised me;

/

You see, I wasn’t

Made to live

The dreams of greater men,

/

And this was why

I had to make

A habit out of pain

 

Dance Away

At the deep end of my eyes
There burns by the river a pyre;
In her crumbling bed, wrapped in smoke,
She lies,
While the flames
Dance away;
/
They burn off her skin every hope
And dream,
Which had kept her chest
Rising;
Oh, they must have been dazzling,
For the flames dance and dance!
/
Close your eyes, rise and twirl,
Little girl, burning girl;
Let the world say she’s crazy,
But I call it amazing
She can forget she’s dead,
And dance