Saturday, April 18, 2009

shivering quintets tend to lie

- realising the milk tray
being toppled by the cat
thru the back of your groggy feet
maybe having woken up from
a nightmare.

- standing up at the bus stop
in the dead of the night
your gaze at the dark glass of a waiting car
starting to go down to reveal a dreadful face
with a silent maniacal laugh.

- beginning continuously
to forget to give the pet's need
making it remember a human past by the delirious hunger
up to the point that in the end
there will be an imminent death.

- cracking open an eye through the mists of dream
not seeing clearly, nor hearing properly
"something's wrong with me, what's this awful smell?"
running sloppy out to the street
waiting for a vehicle from hell.

- putting an animal to sleep
burying it right next to the brothers
due to a mad attack to its owner
whose head's wrapped in bandages
by the grave, betraying a single shed tear.