anti psychotic drugs

words whispered

your words intrude and beckon

they darken the
illusion sailing into the winds

tonal ambiguities kept in jars
keep chatting

no one
hears you
but
me …

footprints
on the shore have potency

and
a gracious gravitas adds depth

but
i hear
your whispers …

anti-psychotic drugs are no help and
everything liquidates into the oblivion

we dance
unprepared
for these awkward energies
dwelling in ominous corridors … but

i hear
your voice …

you blast
words into me
filled with euphony
and i go musing with demons …

you remain
forever
my favourite secret … it’s always urgent.