Anon Poem by Kevin Parkin

'Liar, ' I screamed!

The words reverberating
Through the sense-less,
senseless corridors of your
'yesterday' mind. Stifling, choking in
the mustiness of the
endless, winding
complexities.
Lift the carpet and
sweep the minutes
And hours
Disconsolately away,
in a haze of
Hallucinatory, wasted
'shooting horse' in the eye's hours,
admitting to God knows what!
Losing your tiny,
fractional grasping finger
Outstretched 'La Pieta.'
In search of a
Broken man searching
for himself as a
Shadow flits from doorway
to doorway, evading the Black Dog of
Death. And the morning wakes to sweat-soaked
Sheets and out-flung arms
And a tragedy plays
itself out in the
Room next door. A
candle fizzles and splutters
and a newspaper flutters
against the legs of a chair.
Muted, strained sounds of
Morrisonbrelphillipssinatra music,
Echoes in eddy-widening
Circles of thought.............
In desperation.