I’m demented from exhaustion again.
It’s 5 am, and my conscious mind
is scaling my skull to find its own kind.
And I think I’m turning
wild in this wilderness,
tired of restlessness—
everyone’s abandoned the roads.
The wind rolls in like tides, like sin—
and I’m stalked by eyes inside these lines.
I want to run, erase all of it—
but I’m caged here till time unwinds.
So I’m fighting fear,
fighting tears tunneling my ears,
fighting demons that fill the stability
they’ve prescribed me over the years.
And those screams in last night’s dreams
lead me past the graveyard path tonight
where my goals and plans once traveled my head.
I’m unraveling sanity, tossing in bed.
I’m desperate to settle down my bones,
desperate for eyes to close,
so I can float in my ocean of sheets.
But even when I finally sleep,
my mind still roams the streets.
And I’m trying to sleep.
But I run through rooms
where lights are flashing.
I’m smashing through doors,
soaring over the floor,
twisting through carpeted corridors,
fleeing a roar, my folks screaming whore,
I’m unsure if I’m awake or asleep.
And even weed doesn’t seem
to work anymore. . .
Flooding blood swells around me.
Hell pulls me down to drown me
in the soundlessness of coffinssliding out to sea.
"Ambient" appeared online at Red Wolf Press (Australia) in November 2013. Catherine Zickgraf, aka Catherine the Great, was February's featured reader at Word of Mouth. She has three spoken-word DVDs, the most recent being Burying the Clocks.