Misshapen

Sometimes, after anger
or during stillness,
I experience an emptiness that makes me think of words.

For when I am shuffling through my vocabulary
looking for sounds, or letters
that might materialize me in some way,
I realize that any words, or series of them
are insufficient to fill the hollow that gave rise to their use.

Monsters

I dreamed that I was in the bathroom of my childhood years,
beautiful old porcelain sink atop that dark base where we stored things;
maybe cotton balls?

A snail suddenly appeared,
large and shrinking the edge of that sink like the fantastic perspective in Medieval paintings.
Frightened, I doused it with Lysol, and it was gone,
though quickly reappeared.
I though that it might have been the same one (perhaps it had only changed location),
but then there were definitely two, now doubled in size!

Panicked, I struck and threw a couple of lit matches at them,
thinking that the Lysol would ignite, which it did,
and they burned away, seemingly human.

I believe they screamed, but it may have been my own voice reacting to the violence.

Wider vision

Walking this morning in the park 

so dark and quiet

I felt as if my vision had widened

Perhaps due to a recent change in routine,

it seemed that something behind my eyes was reaching out

to disappear into the expanse ahead of me

My head must have been soft enough to allow some of its' insides to escape

because I had felt no distance between myself,

the cold air, and the trees.

Now, a bit later

I am wondering what had happened to my eyes during all of this,

and have come up only with this;

that they had ceased to be necessary at that moment

and had vacated the spaces that they occupied in my skull
so that something could escape.