Summer solstice
So far — and yet, like moth to flame: that alien world of drought and indifference; where days are so bleached with light, they're burnt in closed eyes by night.
An abrasive scrubland of parching wind and ultraviolet radiation; A tinderbox of accelerant and scent of phantom smoke. Where fire sired eucalypt wilt in thermal haze; and browning leaves keep falling like some foreign Autumn calling.
Out there red-stripe snake and spider eat each other, while ten-foot flying shadows prey on six-foot rat. Out there meat ants strip bodies to bone, while blowflies plague the shade and cicadas sound their siren.
But out there is peace, for people are nowhere. And so like vampire I hide in lair, until the ghost of day I stare. They say Hell is a place on Earth and in that summer for sin beware... the Devil down there.
Night Before Christmas
I still remember the time Uncle Awesome came to town. 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, except for that louse!
Where once was God
Hollow, cheap and shallow, a faded fecal yellow: where once was God, now there’s not. The world without is a world of want for the next fix of fast food, infotainment and packaged deals with holiday, home, phone, loan and... If Hell is the state of being without God, then here in anhedonia I wait without. I wish I could believe again but I can't uneat them apples.