Going Under

The day subsides
Another full of tiny nuisances
Slow relentless creeping little hurts
Another day of the piranha
Desperate aggregation of agonies

And with that inner falling darkness
Vision clouding
Ears growing dull
Senses numbing mercifully
The pain of paper cuts
The voice now howling
For release
For peace
One gentle piece
of tranquillity
In a long piranha night

He dreams –
A shark dream
Night and two cruising beasts
Over the sea
Watching the ripples
And approaching dorsal death
Paralysed kurare dreaming

A bloody handprint
On pristine window pane
A sad shambolic
lifetime’s ceasing.


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