howling halloween

heights bewildering my drunken senses
overflowing with the temptation to jump
willfully, I throw myself over the cliff's jagged edge
lifting my tar and feathered wings, I finally fly
interesting complication for my psyche
nowhere to go but down, plummeting
gray clouds can't keep me afloat, howling obsenities

harrowing experiences haunted my homeless nights
already populated by ghosts of a thoughtless past
loudly they clamoured for my attention
languidly I respond now to their ardour
opening my wrists with a sharp hunting knife
welcoming the relief of blood flow
exit nightmares
enter at last a certain peaceful trance
nocturnal flight between all soul's day and halloween



howling halloween
8 october, 2006
an acrostic poem