Monday, November 19, 2007


night hollered
its last rainstorm

and the drunken man
slid below the surface
while the other watched

short gasping breath
leads to sleep
death confidently visits the face of the drowned
like an over-welcomed guest

dreaming breathing - mother -
whose eyes smother small children
with death defying control

wetly punishes – especially herself –
the weak who are too strong


_Soulless_ said...

Marriage gone haywire. True nature emerging. Survival instinct speaking in morse code within the chest.

These thoughts popped in my head while reading this. And the children, always the 'remainder' whenever adults try to balance the equation.

Russell Ragsdale said...

Wow soulless, what a fabulous comment.

Survival instinct speaking in morse code within the chest.

Yeah, for sure!

People just seem to live on the bridge above happines. For most people, the thought of jumping off the bridge is a synonym for suicide. But if you stay on that bridge you can only cross back and forth between anger and sorrow.

Thanks sweet one, for for taking the time to read and comment on this strange little moment of acknowledged pain.