A skittering concept
Born of emotion
Grows in rapid
Hectic motion
Breath caught
Fills void space
In a frantic race
A second
An unguarded neutron
A moment of brilliance
And darkness revealed
A thought
Just a thought
And a nation froths
They simmer
They boil
Deceptive calm
Then
Eruption
Carnage
Broken survivor
You
Who dared to think
That thought
Death
Distant prospect
Yet always near
Sniffing about
My loved ones dear
Death
Horrid shadow
Clinging with doubt
Reaching corners
And poking about
Death
I defy you
With power not mine
Life within me
Peeks out to shine
Death
You lose
In the ultimate end
I hold the trump card
My Eternal Friend
she finds herself surrounded
by glinting jagged pieces
the light filtering through
is warm golden brown
and it plays on the puddles
of spilled fermented froth
a small cut on her arm
oozes blood unnoticed
in the wake of torrential sobbing
hiccuping sighs and gaspy breathes
are melting in the air
the sick-sweet smell of vomit
clinging to her hair
the strength to pick up
the mop is gone
it stays in its place
and she wishes she could just
disappear like
the evaporating beer
The words resounded mellifluous
It seemed like a distant pleasant dream
Telling prospects so adventurous
Likely composed of a vapor stream
Daring that somehow its really true
My beautiful future now concrete
Solid consciousness jumped up and flew
The ground said farewell to my bare feet
Stepping on a path I cannot see
Walking in purpose and destiny
these knees are crying
red sticky tears
from bearing the brunt
of so many falls
rocks and dirt
beneath tender skin
becoming part of a scab
someday
that scab
will grow into a scar
and then
sleek whiteness
will be peppered
with even paler
tiny mountains
and valleys
ridges and bumps
hills
snow-covered hills
that tell the tale
of bloody congealing droplets
The Wisdom of Gavroche 