Of Course, A Hearing

broken sentences snap sudden 

sticks will join the soundscape

And  be lost for another day

Another blasted day 

That pours out of the cannon 

green and garish glistening with gloom

as it is exploded over the marsh

Watch as it’s wasted contents

Fold over in a  mushroom cloud of perfect discontent

Hanging in the air, a distended jellyfish

Lifeless and flaccid

Look away from me drug takers and money makers

My bodies own severity will claim whatever reward I have waiting

The rustling of the trees becomes a mesmeric hum

Gentle rattle of the library cart

A squeak from

Down the lift shaft.

Open to awake dream of the crystal eye

Hand drawn under a heavy-lidded eye

The blood is thick and lazy

A heaviness threatens to engulf us