Cosmonaut Returns

The middle of the night
The center of the skies
One light
For my eyes
Blood pushes through
Rushing towards you

Floating
Dancing
Spinning
Drowning
Within you
…Weightless

Crashing
Ripping
Burning
Drowning
Without you
… Breathless

The middle of the night
The center of the skies
Always in sight
Chained to my eyes
Never to be
Weightless or free

From distance
Or Gravity.

Cockroach

Zit Man
Pus-filled skin hole
Pore on the 1st floor

Inhuman stink
Oozing around
Smoke under a door
Not to be opened

Flakes round the bowl
Organic confetti
Scattered
Unwanted
Leftover breakfast
Congealed and old

Prison bed
Shroud of Turin
Detaining the horrors
Lurking within
Worship your mistress
Asbestos senses
Forgiving your sins

Zit Man
Pus-filled skin hole
Poor on the 1st floor