BOOM!

I steel myself

Against the ice bright,

Day-Glo war machine

That marches

Relentless through my head.

Batten down the hatches.

I send forth my firing squad,

My battalion on the front lines.

Loosed in the maelstrom

Lost in the mire.

I’m quaking in my boots

As the ground

Shakes in tremors

Beneath my feet.

1,2,3,4 BOOM!

An explosion of sound

And colour perforates my eardrums.

1,2,3,4 BOOM!

Shrapnel pierces my flesh

And I go down

Out for the count.

Now count me in,

As I come to,

1,2,3,4 Boom!

Sometimes I lose my battles,

But my war is almost won. 

INERTIA

I was stasis

Solidified blood

Unguent and thick

I was raw

Chapped skin

Red and weeping

I wept all over

Outside and in

From my eyes ,

My skin

My hair and bones.

I was sorrow

Down to my marrow

I was the bulging blue varicose vein

Snaking its way through

Legs of milky white glass

I was inertia

Resistant against the gravitational pull.

I didn’t go down,

I didn’t go anywhere.

Static, stoic, wounded

Inert and weeping.

Now here I go,

Once more into the fray.