OrdinaRy tHings

OrdinaRy things


I hear a phantom knock
'do I?'
After heavy ghost steps resonate throughout, no one appears


waiting for the dead of night
'is it only 4 in the afternoon?'


December dreaming--
it's delusion or derision


strange things creep in the long night
wind threatens to cut us in half
trees thrown about like toothpicks by some callous  GIANT--
I hear you knocking--


I am trying.
I am listening to your call-
but when I rise
you blast me in the face so hard i  bruise


the light whimpers  one last meagre flicker
before the  return to  cold blackness of original time


gravity plays tricks
marbles bounce, the animals vanish,
buildings tumble like the last careless round of  jenga


The cat sniffs the imaginary stranger that has settled in my bones,
taking uncomfortable residence
poking at my discontent.


I serve it cold tea.


c. Dec 2018 n.hoeppner