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The Way of the Cross #245


I grew up in Brooklyn,

our rooms hitched together

railroad style, on one floor,

life just a shout away.

——–

I was less than seven

when rheumatic fever

took my teen-aged cousin,

I have vague memories.

——–

A priest gave his parents

the coffin crucifix,

for solace I suppose.

They nailed it to the wall.

——–

My aunt and uncle’s house

country chirps and quiet.

Bedtime forced me upstairs,

to find my way alone.

———

Had to pass the Jesus

a funeral had risen.

Could not avoid his gaunt

body or naked eyes.

———

Across the hall, from where

I went to bed, should have

been my cousin’s room. Still

displayed his model planes.

———–

I feared hurting someone’s

feelings, living, dying,

or dead, if I revealed

how ill at ease I felt.

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Getting through the Night


Beware of near invisible traps

that tie the careless in silken wraps.

Creepy arachnids, agile and spry,

each with a set of eight little eyes.

———

Spitting and spinning mouthfuls of bile,

crafty sticky-haired intricate style.

Attraction held in gluey ferment,

life ends in deadly entanglement.

———-

Moon enhances gossamer shimmer

but on this night without light’s glimmer,

when eyelid clouds over twinkles close,

I lay awake, startled from repose.

———-

Between my sleep and this unlit scene,

I feel the loss of my slipping dream.

Window opens to black reflection,

the room feels stuffy with oppression.

———–

Shapeless, nocturnal garden, a feast

for pawed and many antennaed beast.

When I hear a shuffling rustle,

heart pounces with the outside bustle.

———-

Nails click up, leap to roof from trunks,

I pull covers over my goosebumps.

Lions, skunks, imaginings all kinds

scurry through the burrows of my mind.

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