cats and other absurd notions (escapril day 9)

rotten rotten air

breathes

breathes

down on my neck.

sour metal glints like stars and

blood under floodlights

(or does it? and if it does or if it doesn't then why

does it and why doesn't it?)

above

me,

and there is something

incomplete about.

pale light enters

around the edges-

slowly, hesitantly,

and gets sucked into the

darkness.

(can the dark suck in the light?

and if it can or if it can't then why

can it and why can't it?)

& there is something cruel

about the way nails

scratch grey metal

and how it screams back

in terror.

the fragility of the air is breathtaking

& there is is something odd

about the way yellowgreen lights

press against my nostrils

and how this dying night smells

of decay.

(can something so alive reek so

outrageously of death?

and if it-

no. when does it end?)

& what happens if

the walls crumble down

before the life in me

seeps out through my eyes.

and i feel it

erode out of me-

cold cold blood

runs in my veins

and i feel my insides

dry up to a crisp;

but surely, this is death.

or is it? and if it is.