Creeps Up On Me

Wild fire bonfire
Bones of 
Fortitude
Heart fire heart pyre
December glows into
January mists.

Mistakes the mind makes
Crippling carriage
But walk walk walk away
From the
Kiss of death.

There is a great garland called loneliness
A wreath that suffocates
Support the handicap
And you can never get to your feet again
News feed flash drive
Ugly scoop of life
A would be Ulysses
Died of cold
In the park.

So I had lit my bonfire
In vain
The souls were beyond Savior's gaze
As only the unholy gibberish they  spouted made any sense
My  heart a mimicry a remix of
Nonsense
Public isolation...putrefying  social media flowers of
Pretentious grace

Coat of many colors on
Shady hat of hate.....
the coated walls gloat silent threats
The ominous dark bloated with  fear
The grating of ferocious gates.

For sure
I'm not going anywhere
But I will keep looking keep  walking and see-king
I know you are hanging on
by a loophole to the thread of my life
Somewhere out there
And spinning will loom up
Once upon a doomed door
To heavily ever after.
Now I'm not trivializing.
We're all trick or treat
Travesties.

Meanwhile
Gorgeous shades blind these eyes of mine
As neighbors draw up bridges over tremulous moats
Of their troubled waters.

I enter now into the house of existence
That's crooked
Curling its pain on the corner
Looking at me
And smiling
Survival's
crooked wicked grin

You're not about
To see me smile
Gloating and bloating
False coatings of serenity
Welded over
The howls held in...

Why are  we doing this
Why not burst into tears
Of raucous joy
The sunshine is raunchy enough
Without our  rants
Pain lies pungent on the pavement soaked in its mess
Where the homeless blind slept
But the morning erased all offensive trace.

Open your eyes and open  houses
God exists in open spaces exits the closes
Your claustrophobic circumference will only  make sure
You crawl uphill on your belly...
Digging  dirt heaps....
It  creeps up on  you....
The weight you endure.

You have been taught
And now you're learned
Scholars of Joy school is over
So rejoice!

Midnight has turned us into witches coven
Christmas eve
New years eve
We countdown to the second
Like surreal timers in microwave ovens. ...
Two...Three...One!
This is Fun...
Watch how
Our howls in unison
Will drive to oblivion
The horrendous howls
of the madman on the street
Screaming for a blanket.

The cold has crept in
My cashmere chilled
This entry through to the
New Year
Strikes posies upon my eyes
Two frozen shots of lead
Digging its ditch
Into the landscape
Of my numb unfeeling face.

Hurrah ! Let's get it on....
Begin the merry rigmarole
Of another year
Our wardrobe of disguises
Have been purchased.
Benefits organized benefitting
No one
Charity is a slippery tax evader
Everyone the same
Fooling none
Striking surreal poses
In a maze
Where a multiplicity of multitudes
Creates clones droning the same
Chants and  rousing cheers
But that's just the
Game to play so
Happy New Year.

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(c) Amrita Valan 2014