The Ghoul in the Woods

Kitty, kitty, the four of you

went to the woods and never came back —

swallowed by the ghoul

Your distilled pain pours as rain

pitying parts of my madrigalesque mind

minus its grouchy oldness

Your purr blitzes its way home

in sprints of unnatural guilt

You become the chill to my solitary madness

I should have loved you sweeter,

not this regretful horror

too tardy to mend a character

Perhaps I should grow a soul,

watering it in each antemeridian chart

with breezy pollution

In dreams, we shall be inseparable:

You multiply in rolls of cottony fluff

like some gentle version of mental massacres

Outside is creaky hallucination

where a vague magenta lantern

sprays vinegar into my eyes

Sounding odd may be a gift, but not a trade

Questions are all I have

and the midnight air your grave

Monday, February 18, 2013, 11:18 PM –

Tuesday, February 19, 2013, 2:09 AM