Some nights are filled
With light, bright,
Hungry dreams
Of you
Not this night
This night is
A night for
Almost forgotten
Ghosts
And never forgotten
Demons
And ugly thoughts
That turn solid
That climb the walls
Of my mind
And my room
Scratching
And rending
The cosmic fabric
That is us
Pulling away
The chords
That connect us
And your hand
On my throat
Or fisting my hair
Or grasping my leash
Is ephemeral
Just another ghost
And even when
The joyous sound
Of blackbirds
Greeting the dawn
Slip through my
Open window
I am still stumbling
Through the hell
Of my dark night