One Crooked Moment

by on June 29, 2020 :: 2 comments

a loose brain
floating
in a lukewarm bath

circling ever further
towards
total madness

the juices of my flesh
run clearer
but not
without
apprehension

I’ve got a cold
that will not end
that suffocates me
while I eat
and think
and drink

the weight of everything
leans on my shoulders
like a perverse relative
whom I wish to forget

and grins at me
like a skull
my own skull
time’s skull

grains
of sand
falling
no one will ever
feel

– Harris Coverley

editors note:

Get a grin? Feel the grin. That’s somethin’! – mh clay

Comments 2

  1. niriop@gmail.com'
    coverleh

    Sorry to be a pain, but could you just correct my surname to “Coverley”?

    Otherwise it might make it harder for people to look for my other work.

Leave a Reply