lunes, 27 de julio de 2015

The fear


Eternal consciousness
in the Void
(makes trial and jail seem almost friendly)
a Kiss in the Storm
(Madman at the wheel
gun at the neck
space populous and arching cooly.)

A barn
a cabin attic

Your own face
stationary
in the mirrored window

fear of restroom's
tragic cold
neon

I’m freezing
animals
dead

white wings of
rabbits

grey velvet deer

The Canyon

the car a craft
in wretched
SPACE

Sudden movements

and your past
to warm you
in Spiritless
Night

The Lonely HWY
Cold hiker

Afraid of Wolves
and his own
Shadow.
 
Jim Morrison