Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Where is the dawn

It's a mind barge
an electrical charge
of haunting fear
of what's at large

so powerless when
the rooster and the hen
lay toxic eggs
of demon spawn

and the light that shone
is far further away
than yesterday
than anchored in the bay

and the mood is now cantankerous
in the bleak and foggy night
in the frozen, dismal fight
in the blocking of the moonlight

and here, a loaf of bread
is a challenge to retain
and it is pined for in vain
with little to ease the pain

and the electrical charge singes on
up and down the ribcage
like demon spawn
oh mercy
where's the dawn

where
is
the
dawn




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