wind chiming vespers
sound of coffin bells
terrifying tinkling
buried alive foretells
rings the innocent
angelic melody
composed by the breeze
four part harmony
yet my soul wonders
much darkness known
is devil percussion
calling to its own?
when I found the switch
on technicolor TV
it shows what I missed
black and white naivete
It made me question
all I ever thought
all their fabricated
nonsense that I bought
trust wears a double edge
with deadly overbite
if given too freely
to them with no right
mercy and respect
likewise cut two ways
didn't understand that
in my gaslit haze
I've been driven mad
angry and insane
by demon tinnitus
hammering my brain
in black mire heard
the snarling hell hound
baying for my blood
invisibly all around
call off my black dog
I cried in choking yelp
to Boadicea
from whence cometh help
the raison d'etre
why I clack this rhyme
hope avenging angel
makes it here on time
which explains wind chimes
ringing Morse CQD
alerting goddesses
child drifting out to sea
sewer water muck
of rank memory
flotsam and jetsam
rank polluted sea
not my mother lake
named Michigan
nor Elysian fields
I go to again
the lake is my friend
yet I've dates to keep
miles to go before
I lay me down to sleep
and regardless if
the lake's friend or foe
I've much to do 'ere
to dark night I go
I think perhaps that might be salvation in itself. Reading the celestial GPS and seeing my destiny or calling written in the stars.
Amen.
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