If I close my eyes the memory's vivid -
screeching, circling, circling, screeching.
Overhead and all around is turbulence and chaos and turbulence
in a hellish cacophony that splits the night,
the night they came to caution me.

For no rational reason
an insidious seeping of terror and awe
slowly carried black, dank thoughts of impending doom
to exponentially darken the core of my centre

I did not then know who,
but I knew.

The Aborigine say the curlew cries the warning of death.

~

trinket wound
this mortar blood that binds
a pretty mind
has spooled like ravenous silk
across the realm of dream

Broccare
awaken quick

there are fast wolves upon
the gate
and flames that gutter
shivering in their state

Narcotic wretch
hanging to limbs of treason
coughing black desire
while lurid stars
gape at the naked brazen
limits

Life prepares us for Death. "It is my hope that every human boy and girl can graciously learn some of the dark or scarier things in life. Bruce O'Ugie recalls: One day, not too long ago, i stood there with my children, and wife. All of us crying, all of us lost. Not really sad, just longing for that oh too familiar untainted, unconditional love. Hoping for her words of wisdom. Like life prepares us for death... I had this friend named Brodie. Our mothers were the very best of friends all while we grew up, since we were babies. More like brothers than friends.

Sometimes I want to melt...

Melt into my bed,

melt into the background,

melt into your arms,

melt into myself.

Sometimes I want to melt

until there’s nothing left.