Tonight's My Shadow

The gloom, too long to consume

I swallow the shadow as razor'd cadavers... 

Envelop my mood.

Lost in sleep; awake, but dreaming

within, I taste the stars in my colouring lens.

The madness–it swings 

Rope-steady: 

Choke till I hold, hang till I'm ready.

To forget the forgetting, to stop all of the breathing.

Passing the weekend, blotting the seasons

Muting the wanting, drowning the reason.

The writhing and writhing,

The vessels–the splitting

Eyes that will close, remain unrelenting.

Count with my spine these tethered dimensions

An old wicker road burning with bridges.

A cask in my coffin, my fable lamented,

My ghost in the grave, a toast to the cynic.

An undeniable dream: racing laps in a relay

A film of life stuck on replay.

A melancholy hymn of whiskey and rum-scented gestures

A vicissitude of longing, remorse, born from the fallow

Yesterday's tomorrow, tonight's my shadow.