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,
“Gotcha!”

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.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

your poems lately are kicking ass
DDL

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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