from “The Empath Dies in the End” series
The Doorsteps Series
1 (Spriha Kant)
I am a river glistening in your sunny love flowing in a dream where we are a miscible solution eddying in canoodling 2 (David L O'Nan) Thunderstruck and downpours came The next day after an engorged full moon Breathing heavy, the air belted against the Himalayas ‘caused the belladonnas to be caught up in the fishnets. And I walk down after another night of taunting silhouettes. 3. I feel the rain through every speck of light. I see the river overflowing the streets soon – To meet my first and second doorstep as I- Wait to dip my foot in the filthy liquid from the comfort The comfort, of my third doorstep. 4. And just cry there buddy, no backbone, no light And just dream yourself a small suicide that’ll never be so bright. And cast yourself a ghost before you’ve even spoken about all your sins. Even if you watch me cut away, you’ll say I’m just gaslighting and will Run, run away. To sit on a doorstep. Like a wet leaf stuck in the sewer grate cover. 5. I’m just inventing myself a new vision to go from mind to mind. To read your mind. I don’t know if I can. The flashes are too quick to bind Together, I’m just sitting back and listening to Ian Curtis singing “I put my trust in you” “I put my trust in you” “in you” “in you” I can follow the predator to his shaking bones and catch him behind a super-church Brass-knuckles wait in a pocket. Is that what it’ll take to make this eyelid wish come true. 6 David L O'Nan (first 2 lines) Spriha Kant (next 3 lines) David L O'Nan (last 2 1/2 lines) Third step, my home. I can fade into anything I want. When I’m in my lonely bones. Utopian curtains bared eyes Blurred hopes flared eyes Silence glared ambitions I just stare back towards the panic park wanting silence, the bird he hollers. Through the trees and threatens me, casually and I vision my demise. 7. Ease down to the 2nd step The river dried away, the rain stops to another town, for another meal Getting closer to the tackle, the sociopaths in the battlefields They wait behind minivans now and bounce around forgetting that Wars are won by artillery, cannons, and fists. Not the beats within a mix. 8. First step, all dry now The worms are drying and stuck in tulip petal straitjackets. I heard the whispers (the sirens) that the circus was in town. I watched it unravel with teargas and billy clubs We were all just tigers growling equality through the megaphones. We were the ones who were let down. Sunshine brings in more clouds.