two hurricanes

so this is how we live as
neighbors on the sandbar
scurrying about broomed and shoveling
our mess
back into the places where
we
feel it should go
and keep it there in safe maintainance
until the next time the
weather decides that it should be
spread around like this
our mess,
our shit on display for all
to see...all those private bathroom
moments in thought, once lost and now

in the middle part is a darkness
-a backing into something
a nightmare, a key
a crying child and something said
to me long ago but as i said
just a darkness now on the x-ray
a mass, a backing into a new old hell
the images on this skull jump like pages
turning from zombie to Ernest.

maybe the medication makes me feel like
the rest of the population;
and if this is fact then i want to
feel like i used to
when i was afraid of nothing
i am yet afraid of nothing

hurricane two times