Submissions by owlchemy

pain in face, facing pain
face is pained, window panes
rain is falling, splitting tap,
tap, tap pills from a bottle
another for good measure
and one more because why not?
if it kills me, that's fine, yes
i'd rather be dead than facing the pain
inside my head, slowly spreading
neck and shoulders, a conqueror
flashes of lightning or dull thunder
i say that it can't rain forever
a storm is never permanent
listening to the tap, tap
against the glass, will this ever pass?
until, alas, until, at last
i get my bad decisions back

streetlight blurs in the mist
of an early spring morn
such as switched blades of grass
bend under its weight
and wherein it can't uphold itself
rolls down like scattered prison bars
equally undeterred by uncertainty
find themselves alone together
amassing into one
chilled in the rolling plumes
that conquer the streets around
orange incandescent glows
breaking through, sure for once
the suns have all found new skies
atop black aluminum
and those spaces are just as infinite

i.
to whom it may concern
this man was left in vita
a back alley sojourn
should death think himself cheated
and scold, he is not weighed in gold

ii.
grey can pass as silver
in the business of lining clouds
a soul goes undelivered
is cast back to the ground
from death, a storm is coming
his breath will bait the rain
assured that he is running
through smoke in the right way
into the reaper, keeper of loss, accosted

iii.
do not listen at night
when selenic light
is obstructed

iv.
he waits...