Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Prank or Maybe I’m Losing It

A crucifix is laying head-first in an open oven.

A wine bottle is crusted to a kitchen counter,
black panties across a rocking chair.

Someone did this.

A note on the toilet says,

The glass of broken snow globes decorates the tub.
Drawings of hearts on the mirror look unhappy,
suicidal cherub working a noose in the cellar.

Outside it is dark, people have taken to the streets.
Drowning will replace deep breathes,
realism conquers love, and once a year

a thought about someone will disappear.

As personality burns in the background,
the reoccurring shadow of Osiris rises
above mountains and falls behind trees.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

your poems lately are kicking ass

9:11 PM  
Blogger Neil Kelly said...

Thank you, David.

I still have faith in your Tigers. Then again, I am a Cubs fan.

9:26 PM  

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