Sunset

Sunset.

Fascist yellow

sun,

barking mad,

see how the sea breezes run

from you,

your rabid red breath

stoking

the ovens

of night;

four days of heat

ahead.

No mercy expected.

Under the Influence

 

Under the influence

I wrote copiously

From midnight to morning

Dementedly

 

A devil held my hand

An accomplice flayed my side

My mind had an erection

It could not hide

 

All my past spilled out

From the attic of my mind

My pen swept it up

I was writing blind.

 

Such dark energy

Flowed through me

and out through my fingers

its estuary.

 

* have you ever been driven to write in the middle of the night that took hours?