Sirens

Wailing, wailing through the night
Footsteps hasten, take to flight
From the illusion of comfort shattered by the light
For an instant, my breath catches, my lungs are tight
My thoughts are pleading, screaming, begging for release
The lights are horrible, calling, wanting the tiniest ease
I try to move, try to think, try to force on me a peace
In clogged sinks are oceans, behind my eyes white seas
The house is full, the doors are locked
My sirens never stop, never pause. In thinking, I am mocked
Up and down, moments of joy, the door is knocked
Answer the door? Go to the sirens? Am I mad or being stalked?
Moments of relief, a little time, it's too soon.
Questions, questions, the sirens go on, the alarm goes off, it's already noon.


To Manhood!

To Manhood, sigh, pride and joy!
Life is real, no longer a little boys
Surrounding me the memories and stares
Of those who wish well and would not could not care
This thing can't be real, can it? Not just a joke?
Just a phase, nothing fixed, just a little hit off a toke?
I take a breath and try to get the time
Outside around me all I can hear are the chimes
Of the clocks ceaselessly turning and winding
Continuing on brighter and louder, so blinding!
It's after the flash, the boom, and the whimper
Do I walk on tall or sink with a simper
What do you think, oh well. To manhood?
To manhood! To manhood! Good!

-2007

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