Noche de miedo

Cackles come careening around the corner

and climbing down curb-lined cul-de-sacs

on cool autumn evenings

Nothing can be done to prevent the amassment

the grandiose gathering

of evil intentions under orange lamps

illuminating holes.

Phantom leaves lay brittle on sharp blades,

sear, friable, vitreous and shattered shards of ecru erode to crumbs.

Ear-drums strain to find the bass, the bottom line

below all the trouble and high-notes, car alarms,

cat-fights, sirens, and ring-tones,

paper dolls were folding into cranes

and finger puppets on the wall were

pealing themselves off to crawl under beds

where the weary and wretched can lie 

awaiting a revelation, the bottom of the bowl,

the dark porch, the green-eyed monster or black cat

come out curious to see things through.

Los muerta de dia; la vida de disturbios. 




Painting by Jacob van Ruisdael [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Ghoulish

Zombies are us

Afflicted with somnambulism

We blurred the lines in pixels, likewise

Vampires infect

Simultaneously leech

Our blood.

Thirsting, vengeance

Immortality

Ravenous black birds

Eat lizards tails,

Caw and peck

And never become full-

Since some spiders

Escaped, hatching plans,

Lit motives and wrapped them in silk fibers,

Offers of choice, delicacies,

As if free

As with blindness

And nocturnal natures,

When one sense is absent,

The others fill in the blanks

With color.

Outside,

I found a world waiting for someone

Real

To notice

Nothing is virtually

Immune to nightmares, or others

Fantasies

Just beauty. 

Image Credit: The original uploader was PiCo at English Wikipedia (Transferred from en.wikipedia to Commons.) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.