Worlds apart

 

I missed            the               trick  in               your   sci fi        eyes.

The      tell.       The     give away    smile.          I        missed    the

lie.          The       uncertain    way  you    wear       your         skin,

like it              barely      fits,    merely     a      costume       worn

to       mask        something    else      within.    I         missed

the     way          you           spoke   in        strange      tongue

Leaving     a        weird        taste   in     my         mouth,  

that        I  wanted     to                 always      consume.

I         missed         the   sound    when        you  sang.

The unbound      atoms                   that        would

wind          into                a        storm            at 

the edges              of                      everything.

 

They say     men        are            from Mars

women                  from                  Venus,

but                 your                      passport

would    be               even              more   

mysterious,          plotting       a course  

across             the                        stars.

Somewhere                           beyond  

human                    comprehension,

 

somewhere                      beautiful,

where         flowers                grow

only in          rainbow    meadows

and           the               waterfalls   

are           diamond              light

in the     gorgeous           purple

moonlight.  The             scenes.     

The setting suns.     The sights.   

The delights           embossed

into your   being.       And  I

wish  to           touch      the    

stars          with         your  

pulsar      heart   beating

with    mine,          two

comets  in  a  strange

dance       through

space and time.

Where nightmares crawl

 

I speak in poetic wonder.

I write my lullaby dreams.

I sift through fairytales

and I sip on ethereal streams,

when I drift seamlessly across

the threshold of night

and let my eyes slip into that

vast field of delight.

 

I speak in songbird serenades.

I swiftly let them celebrate

the ending of the day,

as they roost in my head.

I slowly close my eyes

and I walk on fields

of cloud soft light.

And as I close my eyes

I feel alive.

 

For a second.

 

Then.

 

It happens.

 

The darkness descends

across everything.

The echoing sound of the end

looming in.

The booming drone of a piano

trilling on a key.

A wilting feeling takes over me.

and I’m pulled down.

 

Down.

 

Down.

 

Grabbing the slimy walls

that were my bed

as I am sucked

further down,

deeper into dread.

The endless chasm.

The endless fall

from which there is no climb.

 

Dreams flung against the wall

out of which nightmares crawl.

 

The monolithic bedside cabinet

looms high over me

and I’m at the bottom

of a well of misery.

The dripping of a million tears

echoing around the trilling key’s

discordant screams.

The clock in the sky melts

into a viscous mire

and time floods over me.

 

And I’m watching my own dreams

splashing against the floor

in worthless puddles

and I’m no longer sure

if my mind is aware

or if I’m even here,

or if here is real anymore.

In neon canyons

 

In the neon canyons

where sighs blink

for desperate eyes

in the bewildered

streetlights,

and sex sells

whole new storylines,

full of untold lies.

 

Where inverted angels

walk uninvited

on the other side

 

And those demons

that we run from,

find us, no matter

where we hide.

 

The man walks

head bowed,

as if in prayer,

 

but no god

will hear.

Not one

he wants to hear

anyway.

 

He walks,

to make his confession

to the bartender

and the empty bottles

that leer down at him

when he isn’t looking.

 

“I have seen things

you won’t believe.

Things that now

I cannot unsee.

I was lost in a place of fantasy,

when the room split blood red.

I am the only one that survived.

Barely. Within an inch of my life.

I can hear the screams in my head,

I can hear the screams drop dead.”

 

There were dancers

squirming to the beat,

trippy dance music

controlling their feet.

The room moved,

like insects swarming

on a piece of rotten meat.

Then a countdown

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5...

and as the clock chimed midnight…

 

The lights dropped

And the screams rose.

No one came out alive.

 

I don’t know what happened

in those shadows,

but I felt something close,

I could feel the cold breath,

I froze, cold sweat

clinging to my cloths.

 

In that moment I could only hear

the muffled sound of

my heart trying to escape.

The steady dripping, drumming

of blood coming from all around.

On its lips

the stench of death.

It breathed me deeply in,

like it was savouring the smell,

I could hear it licking its lips,

 

ready to feast

 

but then an uninvited angel

shone through the dark

and kissed a breath

into my soul and vanished

like a wisp of smoke.

And then I was alone outside.

I have no memory.

after the kiss,

just a sense of lightness,

like worry had ceased to exist.”

 

The bartender turns

and grins a snakelike grin

 

“I’m sorry my friend.

You didn't survive,

that was a wish

pulling you

into the afterlife,

now pull up a pew,

we have to talk about

the life you once knew.

Now it says here

you once killed a man...”