They cannot relate to
this flesh
eating itself away like bacteria
A foreign settler a pioneer
doomed to strangle the eastern wind
the hurricane of autumn
Crows scream in the backyard
the cats know
and the raindrops fall like rocks
In the four walls of marriage
the curse ricochets like a stray bullet
hollow like her brain
One step leads to the next
in the hallway of malevolence
and so it all withers
I go to sleep in Little Havanna
my mind walks the thulean forests
in my REM-sleep
I awake an ancient skald
I went to bed a simple man
I close my eyes in exile and seek within
They eat their lizards with greed
clouds are thick as vomit and English smog
I am back in Raskolnikov mode
They argue matter in their grinding wheels
I haven’t been home for a thousand days
let us travel with Doctor Lidenbrock
One step leads to the next
the snowfall preceeds the avalanche
prepare for cold.