WHEN MY BONES BREAK
FROM THIS LIFE I'VE BEEN LIVING,
WILL YOU BE THERE
TO PICK UP THE FRAGMENTS
OF MY ONCE-LOVING STABILITY?

In this city, every morning begins with a Siren
one bright and brilliant Eastern Awakening
that doesn't carry with it a threat
to sing us lovingly to some romantically unknown demise.

Yet we've forgotten that our ears aren't the only part
of ourselves capable of hearing & we've forgotten
of how our eyes read each others long before language
could be taught with structure.

So we lay in bed and await
the cheaper sirens of bad news or an alarm
to superficially awake us and send us off to tally
another day towards death.

I overhear people in the bustle speak of life
as if it were paused in the present, so I buy my
black coffee and when you don't hear me say thank-you
its because you never looked up.

The moon was well hid
Darkness was like covered with a lid
There was this strange house that stood all alone
The short pause in being shown
Standing at the front gate
The clock stopped precisely at midnight and it was getting late
As I opened the gate, I heard sequel’s in sound
My own footsteps seemed to be the only one bound
Yet I pressed on in making my house maneuvering round
I continued to walk up the front house stairs, but something inside of me told me to beware
Suddenly jumped out and it was nothing more than a mouse
The stairs began to stubble as my one foot after the other
The night is going to be different than anyone can ponder
The Raven’s flew overhead in sound in search of an eerie prey
I am determined I won’t be their flesh for today
As I entered the house
The walls seem too close me in
Should my run begin?
Adventurous in being I am
It was my mind thinking on a moment of then
A Miller’s haunted house having its own promise
The evilness and deceit with deleted of honest
I attempted to close the door
But the house refused totally to ignore
I was ****** into the house for eternity for sure
I became trapped in the house corned just like a mouse.