game break and point one

Through marrow halls I am lurking, hearing the drumming boots, the hob-nail creaking, as I am creeping into time indefinite and spending an instant in quiet adulation of the mirrors on the ceiling that mock me in my self, in my silent effort to hide the fear in my eyes, where I am alone, in the knowing, in the ways, in the after thoughts, and arousing dreams that happen when no one is paying attention, but their guilt burns you deeply, and I cannot see your face, but I know you like it, the writhing and the rocking, the bones near the surface and the bruising of the skin, in this land of men without women.

“No up front costs”

From a bed she looks up,
Wrapped in shades of white,
Thousand count sheets, Egyptian cotton, Delta cotton,
And pillows so soft that she sinks and forgets herself,
Covered with petals, tiny rose pink petals.

Her eyes adjust
A world of brightness
The lights block out the people
Just a fortification of radiance
A wall between her naked form and the camera lens.

There is a cello rising, sinking, a sound out of the light,
And a voice pierces through
Telling her to look this way, and keep her chin up,
Back arched, leg lifted, and hold it, stay, trained and focused,
On that empty space, the camera flash, and the voice beyond the radiance.

Then the voice stops,
Then the lights…one by one, go out,
And in the dimness, she sees her naked form, encircled,
Wrapped in shades of grey, buried in the pillows, obscured in the darkness,
Surrounded…by the wilted rose pink petals,

And the growing stain of scarlet.

Cadbury Eggs

Cadbury eggs are strewn about the living room
Crushed, melting
That odd, life-like center,
Creamy center,
Bleeding out,
Slowly crawling across the wood floor,
Seeping into unknown cracks.
And the light,
Is hitting it in places,
This moving, life-like mass,
And the crystals,
The white and yellow,
The sugars in the yolk,
Glint in the sunlight,
Next to shards of glass and bronze.