Audrey Doomknuckles

Audrey Doomknuckles Jan 2011

Candle

She was a candle
Tall, willowy and well grounded
She gave off warmth
Her face shone, and
With the help of another flame
The light would grow
But the wind came
And whispered
Dark thoughts and perfidy
Into her ear
And she flickered
Sputtered
And went out
Plunging us into a darkness
As night with no morning

Audrey Doomknuckles Jan 2011

Music

It’s my armor
My protective shield from the
Outside world
When the stress of their attacks
Becomes too much
For my weak vulnerable body
I turn up the volume, close my eyes
And disappear
Into a world of sound
The waves of power course through my veins
Becoming my blood
Thick and red
Making me superhuman
Fearless
And for a while I feel invincible
A goddess
I can take on the earth-shaking beatings
Of the outside world
As they beat at my shield with their cold, dead hands
Trying to break it
I reach out and smash them to pieces
With the sword crafted from the music inside me
And they fall away
Like so many pieces of glass

Audrey Doomknuckles Jan 2011

I'm Watching

I’m watching you
In the dark alleyways, where I gaze on as a mugging occurs
And standing on that gloomy, silent street corner, the little red light of my cigarette glowing
And from the roof of the echoing parking garage next to a lone car
And as I rest my back against the cold stone of a crypt in a graveyard
I’m watching you
In the dimly lit, empty café, where I sip a cup of loneliness
And as I dance in the smoky, sweating aliveness of the nightclubs
And as I stare at the waves on the deserted, moonlit boardwalk
I’m watching you
Seated atop the Sphinx of Giza in the freezing Egyptian night
And in the very back row of an empty baseball stadium
And in a prison cell, where a death row inmate sleeps fitfully
I'm watching you
Right behind you, but you don't know I'm there
I'm watching you
Always watching
In the night

Audrey Doomknuckles Jan 2011

Vertical Flight Competition

A drop of water falls from a leaf
Splashing to the ground
To set off the fliers in their game
They rocket forward
Their dangling feet graze the dew-soaked grass
And a tiger-cat chases their toes
Her belled collar makes sweet noises
In the crisp morning air

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