Saturday of no demands.
A day like every day
More of the same, less of the same.
Newspaper pages turning
As the Sun cast shadows through the French door pane.
All kindle for the coming burning
On a day beginning without demands.
We found ourselves in the morning leisure
Till a fearful stare
Trembling of hands
And the beginning of a seizure.
One hand held the arm at the elbow
And lifted the hand on fire.
Felt like a liar for I saw and smelled nothing.
Could not extinguish the flame
Nor soothe her words
Or her scream of pain
Expelled through the frothing.
Hallucinations came with our tea,
My flesh peeled from face to bone.
Because once the brain bleeds
The demon breaks into the home
During morning leisure
Or peaceful night,
Where love once cast at first sight
Now rapes my wife with seizure.
She will remember nothing of my valor.
Nothing of my voice
Lost among the noise.
Or of me fighting off the rapist
Or the slashing and cutting of my hyoid.
Just my hand that delivered the Ativan
To resume the day without demands.
Categories: Life, Observations, Poetry
Thanks for letting me camp out in your blog for a little while today. I had a great time and tried to leave my campsite as good as when I arrived. I’ll be back!
thanks for coming by……do not worry about cleaning up…..you can even set fire to this site ….remember , my blog is in a bad neighborhood…….glad you had a great time.