Kit Kelen #1236 - two post election pieces

1236

close my eyes

day not to hear the world

where are we?

are you in my dark now?

are we forgetting?

seems as if we’re seeing

fake light

fake sun

fake rain as well

things are the wrong temperature, season

I dreamt that the nightmare was ending

dreamt light, open cut

going deeper for more

they say to shine a light on

not today, thank you

everything’s too bright now

I’m staying under the covers

I have such a head

lump of coal

for a sun

will it glow again?

I growl, I sneer, I pace the cage

dig into the page for words

I know a place

the world still turns

glade loud with hives

a hum of flowers

eternal spring!

where hope hangs ripe

on the vine

from the trees

where fenceless creatures cross

I’m going back to the dream now

you were all so lovely in there

authority of winning

a barque so rotten

the rats instinctively have quit it

there was a full moon

madness continues

most vacuous of all

smug grin

they said there was a hand in my pocket

they’ve taken it off

never felt a thing

keep stoking

there’s plenty of coal

the ship of state steams on