356.
Constantly checking,
Even nothing is something,
But there is nothing.
356.
Constantly checking,
Even nothing is something,
But there is nothing.
Unaware of myself through all those years
Kowtowed to someone insincere
Redoubled in forms more haunting.
In the seed of a sunless shallow dream,
My daughter abducted further upstream,
Echoes of carjackers’ jackal-like taunting.
With a super-subliminal ego attack
I tried to pull their vehicle back,
Against the seams of horsepower hock.
By the skin of my soul I was suddenly free
For my body’s hull had stowed a key
And my life outside is the lock.
I have survived the slander and slumber;
In my hand I found the blackmailer’s number,
I was not perturbed by her call and her knock.
The thieves were gone before their time
While I will return long after mine,
To open the doors before I dock.
334.
Larsen trap, ravens,
Borstal teardrop in a dream,
Blood dog shifts crime scenes.
335.
Kidnapped thought-daughter
Appeared at the door of dreams.
She looked thinner, sad.