Gets any lonelier here I’ll invite
cockroaches blanketing yard in for feast
of lettuce rot and bread mold. Spent lost night
again watching ghosts hump like storm clouds; beasts
with old lovers’ bodies screaming vile oaths
outside stained windows, cursing my organ’s
penetrating stare. My scarred senses loathe
dark, empty rooms. I whisper sad slogans
to every chained cell of my brief system.
Gets any darker here I’ll fade through night’s
void, sight evil angels…I resist them
with sudden prayer, shudder in frigid fright
of lost possibilities. I lance pain…
click on dim light…hear walls creak…then the rain…
Roger Armbrust
July 22, 2013
