Black Noise

Black noise
uses both hands
to grate my head
like a sharpened rake
on an icy block
digging deeper
with rotting fingers
scratching dark bloody trails
into my consciousness
and wickedly laughs
while it crushes
my brain
as I silently
scream
myself
to death.

With the flick of a tail
my muse is gone
swimming quickly away
into the blue
it leaves me no trail
it leaves me no trace
just leaves me to wonder
if bright shiny scales
were only a trick
an aquatic fool
of my dry
terrestrial eyes.

In the absence of light
with abundance of sound
and the wind in my hair
as the rain kisses ground
I can see without eyes
other senses abound
for my mind always knows
where to take me.

Lightning rods and weather vanes tell me all their secrets...and I listen.

Quiet stalks
on sticky pads
scaling walls and
defying gravity
waiting for darkness
and the reckless flurry
of dusty wings
that come
to the light.

A
quick
silver
thought
jumps across my brain
like a flash of sunlight
on the chrome trim of a
shiny
black
sports car

and when I blink I find
that just like the
speeding car
it is
gone

and I can not
hope
to catch it.

Captured

Its body flat
it skims along
the ocean floor
stopping
digs into the sand
eyes are all
that are exposed
and then it waits
watching
hoping
praying
that I pass it by
not seeing
that my fingers are
already
on the lever
as I slowly move
the shutter clicks
it is forever
captured.