Black Wine Blood

Mirrors screaming within shadows,

exploding creativity from inside out,

atoms of colors echoing artist within,

cracks of existence paved over by cement,

black wine blood leaking from seeping hurt,

reflections bouncing the inside of me.

Visions of darkness reach tendrils to sky

but slick raincoats of my soul don’t

prevent the insistent drenching inside.

Mournful questions never answered,

living instruction manuals never heeded.

Death sleepwalks in procession toward me

in simmering stew of temper and ruin.

Pink sinews from aged time imprison me,

arteries of black blood drip upon face.

I face the squashed American dream

in barrenness of broken stones,

trampled bones flowing to oblivion,

a morbid home for unclear paths

bathing in gloom where it all began.

I yearn to bring the outside in

to tread in new footprints before

all hope is lost and I’m trapped

         IN THE INSIDE!