How Peculiar

Come Sundown

By day I inch my way through the drowsy city with my briefcase 

Disregarded by all, for I have no mouth to speak 

Yet the gift of sight doesn't stop me from wandering....

Come sundown I make strides toward  the city's forbidden passageways 

There I could still see and hear fine, but still not to speak

There is where I feel welcomed by the things that are just as queer as me 

In fact, I think they are very intrigued by me 

There was a time where I would walk near walls of glass that traumatize with each step I take as a way to show their attachment to me 

Another time there were large portraits posted on every corner, 

Who jutted out from their frames and released raspy, ear-piercing cries meant to show their  greeting 

I've even been followed by tiny beasts whose upturned mouths and transcendent gazes strike me as innocent and abandoned 

And so, here I go again with my suitcase, ready to be introduced to some new fascinating beings 

So far, the repetition of my footfall is the only thing that exists here 

Before long I hear the unsteady fluttering of long dark strands all around me 

Amazed, I staggered upon the expansion of stairs that soared one by one, until a hatch presented itself before me 

The illumination that poured out from it had flashed my attention to the squinting of those long dark strands

Those strands led to large white beams, which led to the blossoming of reposeful eyes 

They literally eyeballed me, as if they feared me 

I wanted to reassure them that I would not harm them by slowly raising my hand,

Yet they could not understand this for those eyes quickly shut at the sight of it

Blackness swathed me like one large covering, and I found myself alone again 

Suddenly, I felt a turbulence rushing about my ankles......then around my waist.....

Until I dropped my suitcase and found myself gasping for breath 

As I looked around frantically, I realized that it was those self-same eyes that were releasing these odd waters that entrapped me so

Were these tears fear, sorrow, mistrust?

Or was this a ruse to get at my suitcase?

No time to think, no time to react, as I lost myself in their eyes 

Those eyes, so full and direct, I couldn't help but feel trustful of them  

Before I tried to do anything, I saw my suitcase unfastened.......and my secret revealed 

The flow of tears resided as the eyes scanned in disbelief at the contents of lips

Lips that I've cut loose from all the outwardly beings I've come across along the passageways 

Distraught, these eyes began to look at me - as if in question as opposed to disgust 

I was amazed, yet how was I to answer when I could not speak!

Still, they thrusted their eyes forward, unblinkingly to show their full attention

It was then that I realized that visual perception was the only way to communicate with them 

I decided to lock eyes with them to show that I had nothing to hide -anymore at least 

I then looked down to the empty blotch where my mouth should be and flashed back to the cluster of parted lips

Now brighter and lively of cognizance,

These eyes pulled back slowly -as if in relish rather than displeasure 

Soon after, these eyes casted themselves toward the hatch, where a beam of light blazed down upon me

I became half-blinded by the actuality that these stairs felt fleshy and muscly -and dare I say moving!

As I forced my neck to look upward, I couldn't help but take a second look at that hatch

I drew closer on shaky legs......the eyes keeping close watch on me 

Close and dazed now.......Now I'm definitely scared........close and winded now.......I came to a stop

Large puffs of sultry air stirred across my face 

I raised my hands to feel at a jagged row of white wedges and quickly flinched back

The moveable stairway had suddenly flexed itself forward like a serpent and began to rub itself over my back  

I felt it salivating as it licked the rear of my trench coat

I became tempestuous, 

I was so drawn to this wicked formation, 

Yet so petrified at the belief that this passageway is no other than one colossal mouth

And those cunning eyes had lured me closer to be, dare I say devoured!?

So entangled by a fury of emotions, and literally speechless, 

I thought back to all the lips I've ripped off,

Of dreams that I may one day go against God's natural creation of Man,

That I could forge against scorn -only to be scorned anyway