a latin american nightmare
from Rio de Janeiro,
head north up the coast
to a town on the bay
most smaller than most.
up the hill in the wood,
where the beach meets the tree;
off the cobblestone street is a creature
that was made just for me.
that’s where it is,
this thing i discovered.
when i closed my eyes
and calmly it hovered.
a glimpse of but once,
now with me forever.
its grip on my soul
relinquishes never.
in dreams late at night,
breathless mornings in bed,
this figure, this being
floats over my head.
it empties my lungs
and restrains all my limbs.
i watch in third person,
my light slowly dims.
the unseen, the obscene
it gathers you see,
when drowsy and cloudy
wrap soft around me.
my life up to this
was quite boring i’d boast
but my mind has gone missing
at breakfast with toast.
closer and closer
a companion to me.
i will see you again
for afternoon tea.
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