The Broken Pieces of My Mind

Push and glide, push and glide
faster across the hard cold ice
skating away from my fears that
follow behind me wherever I go
getting ever so close that the
breeze of their terror chills my spine
and sends my feet into the air and I fall
further and further until the ice cracking
my skull open shuts all the light out
and the screams fade except for the
deafening silence of the glow that
bathes the horizon from the west as a
golden harvest moon hangs low
in the sky like a testicle filled with
a million of my dreams never ever
to come true while they wait for the
call to swim in the depths of the surreal sea
that supports the carnivorous appetite
that swims with the cold, black, lifeless
eye of space that swallows our souls and
sends them to drift upon the solar winds
passing each planet waving at the
inhabitants who are watching the
macabre parade as it comes to an end
the longship turns towards the vibrant
purple light passing once again over
the people crying frantically on the ice
hovering around my corpse trying
desperately to put together the
broken pieces of my mind.

October, 1998