A Night In the Woods
Once
Alone
In dark woods
Chopping branches
A ravenous fire
A freezing winter wind
Something sneaking among the trees
Snapping branches, coming closer
An axe like yours, in his hands, gleaming
Chopping resumes, no longer with mere logs
Inevitable Eclipse of the Sun
The
Party
broke into
fragments as time
fermented, dewy
on the tongue and slick lips.
Smiles into breathy kisses.
Drums rolling away down a hill.
Shoes kicked off in towering piles.
Blooming jasmine and lilac on the breeze.
That summer, we were in the business of
throwing hours around carelessly.
Taking and putting back nothing.
Wells ran dry, eventually,
and all young things tended
towards decay, towards rot.
Naive daylight
ticked, surely,
on towards
night
Stop Asking Me Questions
Head
Pounding,
I cannot
Hear anymore.
Voices circle me,
Questioning, demanding
I want to scream: “Stop! Shut up!”
But their tongues, like vultures, swarm me.
No silence left to hear my own thoughts,
Only questions awaiting my answers.