phantom in the machinery

4.

night cat moans-3 a.m.
a bed of nails
sleep troubled
by recurring dreams
hating the night
because there is no rest
hating the day
because it moves toward night
scattered thoughts
like loose bits of sand
the harder i squeeze
the faster they slip away
solitude
the condition
of my existence
rage
the element
of my being
if the earth were
filled with t.n.t.
i’d put a match to it
tear the night air
with absolute noise
the ultimate terrorist
no religion-no causes-no agenda
taking no hostages
making no deals

Part 4 of a 5 part poem to run this week

DB Cox is from South Carolina.

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Last update : 08-09-2007 13:48

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