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Shivering alone  
sitting under  
the leafless tree  
by the deserted brick lane  
haunted by primitive ghosts  
the wind howling with  
their requiems  
 
in my desperate hour  
of need  
the last drops  
of blood  
gurgling in farewell bid  
 
I count-breathe-blink
 
my dried tears smell of  
pathos and derangement  
so manic and profound that  
the washed out moon hides behind  
the veil of thick clouds-in atonement  
 
I breathe-blink-count
 
The scurry of nocturnal lives  
seems like a distant rumble  
 
a fresh drop of sweat  
 
t  
 r  
  i  
   c  
    k  
      l  
       e  
        s  
 
d  
o  
w  
n  
 
my forehead  
which seemingly feels
 
d i s t a n t
 
and another  
 
f
 o
  l
   l
    o
     w
       s  
 
scorched by  
inner fear  a n d  
outer fever  
of volatile trepidation  
 
as the perplexed neurons  
collide amongst  
(one) (another)  
 
I blink-breathe-count
 
A rebellious outrage seems                  
to be underway  
with meticulous imperfection  
 
stampede.
rampage.

 
Picanic('i' don't 'see')  
 
The frozen blood  
on the stainless blade  
has left a smudge-  
an aberration  
in the silvery refection  
 
The owl hoots on  
the perched branch  
an anguished acrimony  
in the glint of its eyes  
as it watches the spectacle  
u n f o l d in cold comfort  
 
The life-force dances inside  
the prison-a dance of death  
or maybe the dance of joy-  
the sheer metaphysical melodrama  


I count-blink


The soul on the brink of acquittal  
from the soiled asylum  
 
The throbbing inside the skull  
now a regular blasting  
of sanity and the comatose reality-  
 
i-n-t-e-r-m-i-t-t-e-n-t  
 
Rigor mortis seems  
still another eon away (but why?)

I blink
 
F i n a l l y  
the battle ends  
so does a life of  
dignified misery  
 
meaningless drudgery
senseless camaraderie
soulless scenery
binary. nunnery. slavery.
 
(Some have named it  
salvation  
the puritans, suicide

shorthand. shortcut. cut-short.)  
 
The suppressed grin provides  
the contrasting antithesis  
(or maybe the setting  
for an unceremonious departure?)  
 
The commotion ends abruptly  
as the motionless body  
sits in an enviable trance  
 
The Buddha of suburbia
beneath the wizened tree
the chakras ceased  
the prana free
 
The chaos of life giving way  
to divine and logical calm  
 
Mystical beauty germinating  
from the monolithic servility  
in its last momentous glory

I see myself-

bound
bloodied
solid  
pallid
 
Serene death departs  
drenched in pristine white  
as the cheerless city  
breathes thru

 
the slow night.
Written by Whitewand6
Published | Edited 2nd Jan 2012
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