...................

demons demanding at the door
dark and smokey,

internal hurricanes that
fog up vision and sound,
leave nothing but screaming
past screams,
       screams laid down like old railroad tracks.

clickclickclick, worthless
rattacktack, waste

pin up imaginary curtains of ancestors never met,
     itsgunnabe ok, child.
wrap the thought around like linen,
gray,
like a baptismal gown, a shroud, a last thread

Open and pour out
the demons
like melody,
stroke of a paint brush..

I can't seem
to silence
my eyes.