---

sometimes i view
with my one eye
something
miniscule
in size

it could be a
flitting bat
it could be a
treetop hat

it could be a
fire light
it could be
the dead of night

i can feel there's
something wrong
but i look
and it is gone

---

sometimes i hear a
faroff sound
i don't try
to look around

it could be a
lonesome train
it could be a
thing in pain

it could be a
tinny fuzz
it could be a
static buzz

the windblown pages
of a book
but I don't think
and i don't look

---

something just came
and touched my hair
it could be
last week's nightmare

it could be
an errant fly
it could be
a fairy sigh

it could be
a sulphur wind
but i don't feel it again

---

sometimes i taste
something that's ill
it lies within
a tounge unstill

it is bitter
it is sick
like gone bad almonds
arsenic

I ***** my face up
then i pout
it's not my fate to
spit it out

---

something is
tickling my nose
it could be
sewer overflow

it could be acid
in the rain
it could be
something
in my drain

oooo i believe i smell that smell

it's coming from the
pits of hell


soulsurvivor
(c) 5/25/2015