douglas lewis Poems

The privacy curtains
Slowly surround me
Like a lab coat unfurling,
A fabric gone mad.
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It mellowed me.
It actually melted me.
Then there was the phobia.
Just a little one.
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Birds.
They tuck in their wings
And hop the maze
Of leaves and branches.
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I can feel it
Like a fog.
It is cloaking.
It lays heavy
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Do not look at me.
I am evil.
I have a terror
That will touch you.
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In alleyways
Like endless caves
Where shadows drop
Like black tears,
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Why is the light so grey,
So aged,
Cast in such a timid display
Of flicker and wane?
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