Flatbeds of Fear

Title taken fom a Line from kids cartoons Thomas The Engine which they're playing ad infinitum! :)

Flatbeds of Fear

Love died.
Flushing red blood on glowing oven of evening sky

Black Satin night...with criss cross of stars connecting its seams arrived.

I finished up at work...and passed the world and its wife....
Trudging by sellers of peanuts and fries....

My journey started....as sun set...but after a metro ride...
A change of bus....it was silent night...

Walking insane through a road to solitude.
My flat was a well through which I sank into the depths of solitude.
My soul declining its claim of comfort as well disguised terror.

Completely alone I cooked an indifferent dinner.
Television flipped on...I cruised  unreal worlds...
While my mind whimpered upon
My own...
Flatbed of fear.

I dreaded lying down....
The windows  blind folded with heavy drapes
The naked mirror flaunting itself
Carefully woven projections lost
Their threads in its inner gaze... undid my fragile sheath
With puff of  derision.

I washed scanty dishes...
Basin gurgling like a monster gobble you whole.....
Tears rinsing down my  cheeks and the silver tap tossing back  my comical face at me...
All nose....in cylindrical vision.

I have no addictions ..no serious  friends who will come and get me...
I'm condemned to chamber of terrors...
Dreams of Full houses
and Friends...and Televised
haunts of happiness.

Life is a haunting temptation
of flavors....of unknown.

But  I will not think
Anymore. ..
Till tomorrow at work....setting squirrels to gather nuts...
Deducing questions to drive students nuts...and killing my self
When I had rather scribble poetry.

Meanwhile
The bedroom door is sentient
Inviting me like a lover  Room 1408...
Flatbeds of Fear. ..
Upon which I
Nightly rest.

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