Selected Poems
The Witching Hour
During the overnight graveyard shift
under hum of florescent electric light
mankind slogs, clammy from lack of tedious sleep.
He searches radio stations for solace of human voices
to ease insomnia, like sand ground behind the eyes.
Hours away from the call and office of prayer
at 3am, Satan laughs and passes out cat's cradles
to sentries, listening for every street corner word.
Man speaks off the top of his head, unguarded
into the dark net, through a demon's fingertips.
My father said "Nothing good ever happens at 3:30am"
Conspiracy, disbelief and unbounded hatred, wander
unchecked, fly as freshly chipped sparks into the air
seeking kindling to start fires, in waiting hillside grass.
Watchtowers stand abandoned in a rush-lack of faith
to vex and confuse another uninformed dawn.
At 4am, the devil crawls back to his rack, to sleep.
He smirks lying on his back and strokes the goatee
He counts littlest beads of victory and packs seeds
of deception. While a weary world rests, unprepared
in waking and unable to answer the Angelus bell.
under hum of florescent electric light
mankind slogs, clammy from lack of tedious sleep.
He searches radio stations for solace of human voices
to ease insomnia, like sand ground behind the eyes.
Hours away from the call and office of prayer
at 3am, Satan laughs and passes out cat's cradles
to sentries, listening for every street corner word.
Man speaks off the top of his head, unguarded
into the dark net, through a demon's fingertips.
My father said "Nothing good ever happens at 3:30am"
Conspiracy, disbelief and unbounded hatred, wander
unchecked, fly as freshly chipped sparks into the air
seeking kindling to start fires, in waiting hillside grass.
Watchtowers stand abandoned in a rush-lack of faith
to vex and confuse another uninformed dawn.
At 4am, the devil crawls back to his rack, to sleep.
He smirks lying on his back and strokes the goatee
He counts littlest beads of victory and packs seeds
of deception. While a weary world rests, unprepared
in waking and unable to answer the Angelus bell.
