There is a white wall

There is a white wall

A blank canvas

I paint myself into the cracks

The edges fade into the sky

I could raise my eyes

Survey the firmament

Picture me as human

Perhaps I have nurtured

The base instincts

Isolated myself

Dissolved into preoccupation

To protect my sanity

When lord knows where

I got a notion

Like that.

I lost it once

It left me vulnerable

To the pox, the voodoo

The Russian plague

The Chinese puzzle.

The American dream

Always on the verge

Of a nightmare.

Nothing is as it seems

Even the angels are absent

If they were ever there.

Is it within my gift to make them

Disappear?

If we are all gods

Perhaps we are better off alone

We deserve each other

The psychotic demons

The psychopathic dementors

Tellers of stories

Destroyers of dreams.

I painted a coven

Of fallen angels

To cover my deficiencies

And the wall lies hidden

Beneath its disguise

It looks at home

An old master

Bearing itself proudly

Against a maladjusted sky

Packed

Full of madding clouds

Plotting revenge.