House of Nails.
Walked past The House of Nails
& the Green Rubber Plant in the Window, then watched a Man in a Restaurant
Sit down, slowly - pale.
As if condemning Himself to an
Entrapment via his first Glass of Red
Wine of the Evening.
A Brisk, Silent, Wet-Whip through the
Blackest of night Air -
The Soles of my Feet on the Pavement lair
& Several near runs into Cars.
On my Back, the Invisible Cloak - with
Abandoning a proposed Appearance
a Gasp of Breath & flew like the Breeze
over Ground, as if no-one had Seen,
then learnt in my abandonment
of a Thought, a Process, a Course
I had met another Life, where I
did not Exist?
Life that was yet in Embryonic Form
via the Mind -
Desperate to avoid the cursing of She who had Seen
Me last time - who did not want to Curse but was Uncontrolled.
I discovered an undiscovered Country
Dangerous & Hated, a Silver Screen
I became in these Moments
The Traitor of the Wish that was before
became the Ghost of an actual Core
Running, Twisting - Strangled
Inside, I tried further to Hide -
An Estrangement again of the
Pavement, which should have been a
Plastic Lino Floor
So Beautiful I had been before
Stunned all who Saw &
Now, like a Beast, an Animal - I
raced home to open my Front door
& Slid into the Darkness
of a Private Room.
Silence of an Orange Light,
from a Quiet Man Somewhere who had
the Rightful Prayer of Me & had sent
it on ahead -
To leave Me Encapsulated &
Surrounded, in a sense of Space
where I Existed for the Animals
& not for the Human Race!
Who Am I? If this Culture does
not deserve me Today?............
'Someone who Lives Far, Far away
Who is beyond a Hundred years
- Who does not wish for the Tears
that Sign-off his Life-Span'?
So I took more Care of what was
in front of me,
The only Life that there will ever Be!