Notes

a Smell of Abyss & Nothing

My name is a brief, gutteral grunt.
i see stars that burn Nuclear,
fuel for the atomic spirit
burning inside you & i
and everyone around us.

The forest with the shiny plastic trees
was the worst place to be when
the sun ignited the stuffed scarecrows,
and those trees melted like my face
when i smelled the smoke - black,
like tar.

The ghost of the forest possessed
my lungs and now they feel like
lead baloons. They clank when I walk.

My heart sounds like
an hourglass, from the inside.
Every heartbeat is a grain of sand
falling into the past, and the impact
rumbles like a war drum.
The clock is ticking & never stops,
wound up by our circumstances,
no batteries needed.

Somewhere that's green
and time always stands still
is where i'd like to live when i die,
in the hope i'll finally get
some goddamn peace & quiet.