July 1, 2025Poem

It is painfully easy

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It is painfully easy

To squint

Peek through the lashes

Focus on the point

Between my eyes

Where I behold two noses

Floating in space

And see you in the glass

Reaching out a hand.

We meet

Disappearing one into the other

A melding.

I am forever an alien

Caught between worlds.

The ache never leaves

The wind shouts

Even on a quiet day.

It has never been invisible,

I see its wake

Its ripple effect

The wash of its breath

On my face.

The cold, wet lick

Of a fetid tongue

Destruction is inevitable.

It is everywhere

Formless, mischievous

I walk in shadow

Anemoi at my back

In my face.

If I were to lift both feet

Off the ground

At the same time

I would fly away.

It is never as quiet as I would like

The wind has a thousand voices

Every single one, a lost soul.

It tears me up

Just to hear them crying,

Chaos and uproar.

Closing my door

I am lost in

A moment of silence

Squinting into the bathroom mirror.

I am alone

It is as it should be

For all the old soaks and miscreants,

The world is not a safe harbour.

There are no warm beds

It is a chain link fence

A Doberman with rabies

A war game

A sea of grey

A battlefield

For blood sport

And it takes no prisoners.