“POEM BEFORE FALLING”

that thing that’s screaming 

south of my sternum, north of my pelvis

will have to shut up eventually,

as the sand sifts, and with it the sun,

waiting for it to quiet, 

I shall fill the hours with

ash or blocks or tired old guitars,

if hell does it, I’ll let the devil

kiss me on the mouth, 

for I’m not falling into

your bottomless hole,

greedy white rabbit!

tic toc, tic toc, tic toc…

whoopsie daisy

M.L. February ‘25