1001 Days Before the Scream
Thursday began the delusions By Friday there was a hint of seclusion The giggles bit like frightened mice. By the next week Something was clawing at the vacancy Left by shadows Kept growing more and more - and more beast-like. A month in the rattling tails Like a rattlesnake militia Testing and begging for a scream. But you... Still not frightened enough. Walking up with the breathy tangles on my neck Sly, slick with many questions The walking around in the daze Crawling, then back to walking. The deep voices of jumbled word priests are taunting, praying for your scream. The chipmunk voice dancers are singing, moistening your lethargic wet dream. There is a calm grandiose... A few years in. Thinking back to normalcy. The sunlight and the rain and all. Balance each other out to become - Your dark and trusting friends. The grass will grow straight, Crooked, burnt, and sometimes laced with decay. Netherworlds overcast cloudy, pungent waste. You dissolve into a slight breath, Catching a shriek! in your lungs... but pause before the orgasmic vocal becomes loud. By 1000, you are a gagging lunacy freak Pulling petals from your floral heart. Bleeding here Bleeding there Love me once Love me twice And finally, As midnight struck day 1001 A scream passes Ready to face Your next scream You begin the new phase. Poem: Mid Morning to Mid San Francisco by David L O’Nan Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!