Bad Autumn Dream

goodnight the light
darkness
follows me down into sleep
dreaming
of violence in a sunny place
laughing
the heads of the dead
rolling
to rest by my feet.

faces of love and loss
staring
mouths open and bloody
feeding
their voices the wind
comfort /accusing
and I, standing
deciding
which I want less.

 

(c) skabo 2000 endtimes or poetica