A Hindsight Dream

Clarity called; I could not hear her...

I was far from fair moments

Where rust doesn't fall,

From a sky without song.

I heard only wails, wailing
SHRIEKS
Fucking exploding!

Like flimsy lightning.

Unravelled now, all but picked away

The scab of a psyche
Half-healed this purple shame!
A withered memory, choked into hiding.

But see how it leaks into wounded view...
Twice as visible and vulnerable
As it would be -
If left to fester undisturbed,

In the evil cell,

Of my noon-night memory

Just like grape skin fermenting -
In the pit of a cheap wine.

A strange rain weeps now, kissing my brow.

Steam hisses and howls at the touch
Of my extinguished thought trail,
And I find myself again twenty-one.

But beneath the frail mask
Of my wild jester's grin,

I am still a quivering malleable soul.
Sealing myself off, brick by brick

In the blue-eyed loneliness of youthful design.