monster

when sacred monsters

return then the air

trembles

like a nervous burn

the nightingale is startled

unable to yearn

for what it’s there for

when sacred monsters

appear

in the closeted night

when the

heart is closed

from dusk until light

sacred monsters

yawn

sending the outer to inner

off to a room

to bed without dinner

there’s a hundred ways to

love them monsters

on many gray days

when the heart is uncalled for

its speechless refrain

is memory’s lost voice

tell me again it’s

a dangerous choice

in a sky of clearly murderous blue

the sun casts shadows

monsters trail you

night is an engine

purring underfoot

wine the invention

of the terminally rootless

a sensible horizon is what is needed

a brutal journey is what was craved

the last glass of wine and a bedtime read

it starts with relief

it starts when you’re saved

embrace the crashes

those terrible questions

the people behind us

are never mentioned

arguments raised

the dead will never

we’ll kill the beast

not the one trapped inside

sacred monsters stick

around for the ride

there is no such thing

as a small enemy

what held me once no longer holds me

who knew me once no longer knows me