Serpent in my Shoe
There it is –
inane, insane instinct
in the bedrooms of
the unknowingly damned.
I rise like a rose
into bloom then lose all
my petals to the storm.
Waves and lions under the
sink, and the deepest dream I ever
dreamt was alone with the motions
of darker worlds.
I live with my drink and the smell
of too many ghosts warming themselves
over my vent.
I run with the wheelbarrow, my possessions
piled like dead sparrows.
Talking through the window, I hear
them talking about the petty thing that keeps
days turning and leaves no one free enough
to walk the plank.
I stand outside for a moment
and plunge all I know like a stake
into dry ground.
Copyright © 2004 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Storm Cellar, Volume III, No. 2”
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