dander falls
by joshuagriffin
Posted to Poetry on 2001-09-10 09:17:00
In this early morning swelter
sticky resin clouds my thoughts
as memories rise,
like a torenchal downpour thunderstorm,
and ebb,
like Alzheimer’s victim,
to the recess crevace deep within.
Holding back these thoughts,
denying this urge,
turns grey-black eyes
to seething dark red–
a fire stoked residual of the past
walking,
hand-in-hand,
with Satan’s stick swinging slowly beside–
on the side, this side, that side
dust settles in coating blankets,
the dander falls
covering bread crumb paths
passed the ancient reminants
of what was.