Wednesday, November 6, 2013

a man there lies

a man there lies
on his chest
pressed hard against his bed

a man there lies
still

afraid 
to move
what if he does
and his insides, burst 
out
through his mouth

a man there
with limbs of lead
and coal dust for organs

a man there
sawed-off
swimming in an ocean of bile

a man there
with a pack of hyenas
            gnawing away
                  at a fawn
    while it's still alive
for a heart

a man there
who looks into the dying eyes of the fawn
and walks away,
indifferent

a man there
thinking 
there is the world
and then 
there is him
trapped on its autumn island
writing HELP

in the sand on his palm
with tears 
dabbed in the ink of the language of voicelessness

not a single crease on his forehead
or a wrinkle 
near the corner of his eye

afraid 
to make any sound
what if he does
and his insides, burst 
out
through his mouth

a man there
scratching the reflection off
in his eyes
so that he can see

a man there
who used to be 
blind
now lost 
with his new-found sight

a man there
afraid
to know
what he'll see
what if he does
and his insides, burst 
out
through his mouth

a man there lies
a man there lies
a man there lies

a man there lies
wondering why
and 
for how long

a man there lies
hoping
not for too long

butt end of a joke


tether


toilworn


a blanket of nothing...


vapours