Out of Nowhere

Out of nowhere, come the battledrums,

and Heaven begins to fall.

 

A sleepy scream recalls its origin. Feel it burn in the belly

like the engine room of an overloaded cargo ship aflame.

Life-a-sinking; death-a-rising: snack-sized apocalypse,

capsized dream. Nightmare themes are etched into the

bones of childhood laughter. Memories of what you believed

ever-after meant deflate. Now, every bit of soulful currency is

spent; flushed down a toilet that looked like a pristine

porcelain investment. The decade-old daddy punch lands

on a wilted jaw; draws blood from stone. Old settling man-

sion groans beneath the weight of its own history. Mysteries

breathe hard from shadowy corners of the eye. Something beaut-

iful dies to satiate something predatorily gruesome. I smile

from the balcony as the stage explodes and the players scatter

like bonfire cinders. Center has settled. Ripples never cease.

 

I must learn to dig deeper graves. On these rainier nights,

the dead float around me like lily pads; angry smiling dog

faced holes in the tide. That frigid breeze just growled my

name. Surgery’s over, sutures are set, but, as of yet, there’s

no sign of healing.

 

Sometimes, it's numb. The feeling comes and goes.

Reviews

[OT]

"Something beautiful dies to satiate something predatorily gruesome." - 'tis always the way! - loved this too - "That frigid breeze just growled my
name" - lol - no sign of healing - just numbness - it comes and goes like the battledrum daddy-punches echoing around a fallen heaven - bravo!

[Kenneth The Poet]

Is this about a serial killer looking over his victims that are buried around his house, or is it about the rise of the Antichrist?

Who knows I guess.

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

I love this, I love
"Life-a-sinking; death-a-rising: snack-sized apocalypse,
capsized dream."
So excellent

[_mal]

That last line got me. There are bits in here when I felt true disgust, but this is so well done it's great you made someone feel something.

[Ed Hart]

you are burning your muse at both ends