Horror

Midnight
in the darkened rooms
of my weekend host.
A new day has begun.
A joyous hush takes over my soul
and I am bound to silence.
Silence
controlled only by the sound
of what seems to be your eternal sleep.
I release myself
from the flannel sheets of my nightly coffin
and I roam the rooms of this mausoleum labeled “apartment”.
Naked,
I float across the cold floor
till I face and stare, wide eyed, out the window.
I desire to reach out and grab the humans
I see on the street below.
I want to grab them, and shake them wildly.
Don’t they know?
Don’t they know what has begun this midnight?
Nothing,
absolutely nothing, can prevent
the horror of this day.
Happy Birthday, you 50 year old.



Dedicated to Mark Lichtenstein

bob barci
thanks Carol. happy new year

carol
hauntingly great