The dawn is devoured
by blind dogs.
Opium-smoking dwarves
who rule the world
consult ouija boards
to determine the planet's destiny.
He slumps across a couch
and lusts for something
he dares not imagine.
This is a kidnapping
of the sould: a seizure,
more rape than rapture,
a mask poorly worn,
yet still a mystical experience.
All he knows is
all that he can remember.
A constant quiet quest
since birth to be
constantly swimming, immersed
in liquid, forever and always
wet.
David Kowalczyk
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-wounded-beast-inside-of-him/
