Sometimes the gray sun

is like dry rain

other times an old bone

Sometimes there is a whisper

from the inner-ear, a drag

of words announcing a profusion

of discontent

There are times I wear sadness

like deep sleep

so rising into the day

creates a storm that places its mouth

over my ears

and blows cold wind

to produce a melodramatic silence

Some days I hold tightly

to the quiet that surrounds me

and listen to the dead

for they have much to say

about unfinished lives

Beneath the fog’s tarp

the moisture is a wet parachute

undulating in the air

and the light’s eye

has rolled back into its skull

Sometimes I ask out loud

What is the point?

but my thoughts are

discombobulated, misdirected

and I wait for a voice to answer

but there are so many

that I cannot separate them

yet, somebody inside is listening

and keeps laughing and laughing


from my work-in-progress sixth book-length manuscript

©dah / dahlusion 2015

all rights reserved

“Misdirection” was first published in ‘Red Wolf Journal’

Editors: Irene Toh & Tawnya Smith


About Dah

"Light is my happiness" Email: "dahlusion@yahoo.com" Google: "dahlusion"
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