The Commons
by Sam M. Phillips

Surely at some point the flood has to ease,
The torrent of blood bringing me to my knees,
Grease the wheels,
Life force steals,
Deals in broken arrows,
Crawls across unearthed barrows.

Sorrows sing,
Pitching wind,
Witching hour,
Tower tumbling,
Gravestone crumbling,
Mumbling poet,
Summons, but doesn’t know it.

The commons,
Haunted by sprites,
Taunted as he writes,
Lights flicker on and off,
Sceptics scoff
But can’t shrug off
Phantom phenomenon.

The reality we rely upon
Is malleable,
So changeable,
I’m able to see through cracks,
This sight attracts
Those who would be seen,
Appear as waking dream.

Cream scooped away,
Cassette looped to play
Backwards,
Circle wards
Drawn in chalk,
Sit until dawn to talk
To the ones who stalk
The empty spaces,
They leave their traces.

Race heart,
False start,
Cart away the corpse,
Bury it beyond the copse
Of trees,
Appease
The dead
So they
Get out of my head.

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