The Town of Me
My days have been
The passing of dreams,
Not quite real clouds
Built of smoke and dust,
Marking each pained
But gritty footstep
With rasping laughter
To steal away
The life-blood of
This aging ghost town,
While colourless
thoughts raised without form
walk through my halls,
echos of silence.
Mind Fuck
Chemicals in my brain
Are toxic today,
Hurling spikes
Of preformed anger
Into unwary flesh.
Go away dear people.
Do not venture close:
I draw blood;
A storm of slicing,
Razor-edged, words of
bale.
Sadness underneath is
Tearing me apart
As I rend
In my helpless rage,
Destruction unfettered.
I call music to me,
And the Gods, so that
Possession,
The devil mind fuck,
Is ripped from its warm
hole.
Bruised from this psychic
rape,
I lay on cool sheets:
Silence heals.
Don’t ever tell me
Evil is just a myth.
Clayton Bye is a writer, editor and publisher. The
author of 9 books and a varied collection of short stories,
poems, articles and hundreds of reviews, he has also published
(under the imprint Chase Enterprises Publishing) 3 award winning
anthologies of excellent short stories by some great talents
from around the world. The first book features general fiction,
the second offering is horror and the third is a book
of detective short stories.
Mr. Bye also
offers a wide range of writing services, including small
business management for writers.
I especially like "Mind Fuck." The poem is structured quite well with the short lines where each line ends with a "bite." The emotional pathos also works well in defining the series of angry images built toward the emotional climax at the conclusion of the poem. Nicely done.
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