Today,
When Darkness Swells
Today,
when darkness swells inside my throat
I try to spit but a dry heave precipitates instead
I drink honey by the gallons to sweetcoat the melancholia
but I only manage to choke in the crash of opposites
and resemble the panic of an iron furnace
when hot water meets the cold
during the freezing night
Today,
the temperature shock opens me
like a busted up pinata in the hands of a five-year
old
and clouds of black chocolate drop to the ground
forming a dense fog that swallows me blind
into a sleepless end
Today,
I want warp speed into tomorrow
because I cannot bear the daggers in my eyes
and world pain between my national public radio ears
