The night creeps lazily on the ground
and whips the world with stinging tail.
The hunt for grovelling victims
knows no mercy and compassion.
She throws her weight around with me;
loud hissing calls for blind obedience.
The artisan of gloom illusions,
she claws her way to my conscious
and summons me to the Mystic Kingdom
of darkness and obscurity.
.
Oh, how I relish her flawed instincts!
Her sham methods and misperception.
This is my triumph and my victory.
She fails to soothe my racing heart
and tries in vain to swoon my psyche;
her wicked blows ricochet off me.
She disappoints and dissatisfies me
with her neophyte-like ignorance.
Still, I choose to play her sordid game,
silent masquerade of defeat.
.
I hear my footsteps on the lino;
resonance of the ticking clock.
Silence is an unwelcome mate.
I laugh out loud to mask unrest
sensing vibrations of my pounding heart.
Victory loses ground to fear
menacing in its lady’s cloak.
Herculean task of setting foot
in confines of my barren bed.
I reach for ashtray and cigarettes.
.
Raw screams and cries of howling wind,
they summon me to join the dance.
The litter’s clanking in the yard.
I count the seconds of eternity,
then toss and turn in web of darkness.
I long for dreamless sleep and rest.
The night is punishing me for fraud.
No lucid dreams for who betrays her,
the sentence is harsh and unrelenting.
She’ll shatter me like a pane of glass.
