There Is A Place Beyond Trauma

and it is grey

there is no moon here

no sun no stars

and no one around

there is no path

to anywhere

there is no ground

beneath your feet

there is no air

there is no water

there is only you

your ghost

and your soundless

paranoid conversation

neither can hear

and your quaking

never ending fear.

A Roomful Of Eyeballs

go paranoid

and birds catch fire

and fall to the Earth

people turn into dogs

and start fighting among

themselves

and we have all lost our

identities

we have all lost ourselves

we froth at our mouths

licking our sharp teeth

with our long tongues

we bark we bite we kill

and run blood dripping.