LISTLESS

LISTLESS.

Heaving and thumping, a chaos of indefinite depth,
A pleasure of crossing limits.
On the last tides of diminishing words, after the last drops of unease,
It follows.
The darkness after nights of moonlit shadows.
You can feel the placidity build meticulously.
A wave of magic wand and the tears dry up in haste.
Nowhere to go.
The spectre builds in the sleep of the eerie.
A sea blue plastic bucket on the sea,
Flying high on wild horses of a howling symphony.
A blur of days and then a death still picture frame,
A tree house filled with mute dreams. Of primitive smells.
Nothing less.
A candy laced bitter pill of blood red wonder,
A giddy glee of wicked intent.
A half devoured human.
The ostracized crypt under the cobweb veil.