I hear a phantom knock
After heavy ghost steps resonate throughout, no one appears
waiting for the dead of night
'is it only 4 in the afternoon?'
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