The Window Forever, Nailed Shut! Poem by Eric Cockrell

wetness,
fallen leaves,
decaying....

the blood of
women and children
dripping to the
naked earth....

the tears of
the forgotten,
falling
like burning knives
on hollowed faces...

the distorted dreams
of the dreamless,
damp, and heady,
steaming the hungry
shameless void...

the electric singing juices
of my sweet madness,
filling your mouth,
your devouring wetness....

dripping,
falling,
steaming,

like slow peels of thunder
to the bare floor....

the window forever,
nailed shut!