ambition

sooner or later it dies within you
and then you shall be a living dead
limping with a rotting leg
in a rotting city
without life, without love
without even the pale fire
of memory
alone
in the company of ghosts
more alone than ever
you won't even have yourself
to keep you company
dogdeath years
shall never pass you by
their white noise
empties the soul

INSOMNIA

In the corridors

of wingflaps

brushed by

shadowless

fingers of

stone

my heart

awaits

a dream

close your eyes

and sleep

a voice

Or

is it a footstep

inside

my

head

The moon

dripping with

blood

against

the bile blue

death

of night

a screech

some where

deep in the woods

the sea

speaking in ciphers

A memory

we were silent

she was listening

I saw

her hands

they were

silent

and

time disappeared

I am

still

awake

clocks reversed

in the dead eyes

of a fish

I walk

I love

I am alone

like

the chirping of crickets

in her dreams.