Laugh

I’ve been trying to spread my wings. . .

To get back in the swing of things.

Ha.

I laugh.

You laugh.

We both laugh together.

But the undertone 

Is far more sinister.

Rock Bottom

Life has gone and love is spent.

I’m rabid in my countenance.

I fall I fall I hit the ground,

The cycle spinning round and round.

And if you fell as hard as me

You’d be impaled

Far far beneath the sea.

But I can’t even fall asleep.

Irony loves company.

Be gone from me, I’m used to this

I’m holding life in balled up fists.

No chance, no chance,

The pattern persists.

If I could only wake when I’m over this.

Though by that time I’ll be long dead,

With memories of loss at stead.

The Bobcat

There’s a bobcat in the cupboard 

While the house cat plays outside.

Darkness shows reflected eyes

While smooth fur reflects sunshine.

The wild is insidious

But the tame go out to play,

This bobcat must be exorcised

There is no other way.

I chased him out with bravery

And rage and guts of steel,

Only to return and find

He hasn’t left my field.

I thought I’d have to drive him off

To keep him from my own,

But a closer look descries the fact

He’s a housecat with no home.

The wild hid in darkness

For years and stretched out miles,

Now I find it docile 

And as playful as a child.