Hounds
The hounds are barking again outside my window.
they are snarling and snapping with teeth of ice
that rips my tears into a tundra of frost.
The indifferent air carries their hunger
under the unhinged door in my head;
a gale is coming, feral and wild.
I am not comfortable in my head right now;
Chain smoke to keep my hands to myself.
I wander through ash and fire: what have I done?
Planets
I am helpless against my misfiring neurons;
numbed against myself and you;
Pills streak like comets across the bed.
In the sky the stars peer in confusion,
planets misalign again, a sun implodes,
Earth groans and shifts, somewhere something dies.
Swirling galaxies light up the synapses
Serotonin battles amphetamine
Orion stalks the twins and unsheathes his sword.
Submersion*
I need some water on my feet, my head;
submerge me in the Lethe and bathe me in forgetfulness
the room grows hot and I swallow another star.
I am swathed in your concern, smothered by your regard.
I need clear air to think,
the night and the susurrus of hibiscus bathed by the moon.
Inside my room in my bed
white noise and white sheets wrap me,
bundle and bind me tighter than panic.
No, I will not go outside tonight.
The hounds are barking outside my window-
they come for me.