my inferno

first knock
first responder
heard the clock
felt it wander

within my lack of breath
i felt joy no longer
i didn't feel the words abound
in a sense, they were found no longer

in my room
at my present moment
fearing all the womb
eat me out
of my night,to
drag me under

shadeless pupils
did I strike
at the toll of (about)
midnight

suffering
am I dead
sometimes I wonder
what death is like?

the night escaping out the front door
rapid cerebral thunder
was my weapon
the key under the mat
no more

not there, I saw a man approach me here
in my rainy corridor in the coromandel
horror setting a spike of awe
i couldn't hear

he had no ears
his mouth a spell
of evil under paralysis
stommped the butchers knifes
on dust mammals and the tie matching the uniform
was creased
with lust
as he made sandwiches

i thought could this man too
be deceased
the lights went out
on my block
the man who wore one pair of socks
like in the stocks did jeer the lightbulb
he said take it here the sockets feeble
I heard the drizzle
I put the light all in a fog
outside the castle
a car then killed a man and dog as it did strike
i looked at the sky and then saw god
a flash of lightning took my route
for better soil and better grandeur
as all faith was odd

my wife a doll
strangled by miltons eve
and Frankenstein
as well
i looked at the man
was on my door
and he was blind
I read the hell
I saw the face
he paralysed as well
the face was mine
it was myself

i grated the skin off
my fingers to rid the smell
but only putrid juices linger
outside a little comprehension
took a piece of dark
into the sky
and said the light cant go under
so i took a better dive
in better weather
all inside
and one
together