THIS IS IT
This is it.
Absolute Zero: the crunch
Life reduced to words
the train hurtles on
the tracks have melted
into the night
The key to all doors
so many rooms
No door to Now
It's Always Here
wide open
unlocked
Enter.
What was that?
A motor hums in the silence
drunken toad belches
the road stretches
Time yawns
I sleep...
soon dreaming
without words
soft sweet rest
disturbed only by
a rat gnawing
your eye
Scream.
(And Awaken!)
Midnight 6.XII.1980