screams of systematic repetition

tuned to the key of C

rejuvenating the pulse

of the pulp on the floor



I found the time space continuum

on my back porch swing

stepping toward the screeching sirens

revealing the past scene by scene



Timing the sun in wrist-watch format

the liabilities not mine

the doormat said "welcome"



you catch my eyes glaring,

hastily waiting for your tears to run

your feet follow in suspended motion



Gunning for the hallway laundry chute

only to find the triggers on safety

the notion alone is enough



resetting the sun dials

with steady hands of anxiety

attacking the knobs at their fastens

My subtle brutality breaks


as

I awake on the kitchen floor

while the screeching of the sirens pull me in