For Edgar Allan Poe

You fancy me mad?

DARK

H     e     a     v     y

Popping open one pale eye

into trashed bed sheets

Gray,  ghastly eye

with film over it

Not seeing

but feeling

wine stains and plastic bottles soiling the carpet

Not hearing

but feeling

the muffled pulse of my own Tell-Tale Heart

ushering me into that

hideous dropping off of the veil

utter depression of soul

bitter lapse into everyday life

Nevermore

Why will you still say that I am mad?  Listen!

I said: NEVERMORE!

___________

Edgar Allan Poe

Orphaned at three

Dead at forty

A mad drunk

Unknowing

Posthumous praise for his verse

I close his book on my chest

To Sleep

___________

This morning,

popping open one heroic eye

feeling it

as open fire in broad daylight

Snapping and Popping

the crackling pulse of my own Tell-Tale Heart

ushering me into that

soft slipping off of the veil

utter domination of soul!

Raucous birth pangs into everyday life

*Lines and inspiration from Poe’s: The Tell-Tale Heart, The Raven, and The Fall of the House of Usher.   

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