About that eerie feeling you get at the dark end of the winter week.
lyrics
Stephen
King
Sundays
Overcast, alone
The crows crowd at sundown, the sun crushed, phone cables cut
The valley drowned
Overcast, alone
The grass fungused sad black
The dead day’s well-lit things, its clean sheets shiver and shadow
Alone, unwilling
The closed, cold gates, the empty windows, shivering foxgloves
The proud town’s cracked cornerstone, its mayor’s claws
Unwilling, sighing pines
The endless and obstructive hedges, wailing windbreakers, uncaring cows, soggy clouds, the toothless farmer’s chuckling tractor, his rusty Winchester, shouting at his sensitive daughter.
Sighing pines, shivering windbreaker.
The yawning, hungry highway. Willows rot in cold swamp.
The ripped mud, the tadpole puddles, cold cow pat. The empty petrol light. The wrong map. Battery flat. The infant screams. Wife weeps.
Shivering windbreaker. Lost lambs bleat.
Magpie with bat wings shrieks.
Clawed circus freak walks on water.
Tak shouts across the dust of Nevada. A fanged toddler
in a blizzard. Pink eyes, foaming jowls. A brain dulled
by bad beer. Arachnids in the milk. The moving painting. Mrs Todd’s trippy shortcut; Uncle Otto’s burbling truck.
Monday is a rescue chopper lost, a turn of the world away,
missing it like fish and chips are missed on rainy school days.
Maine, exiled to the end of the States,
This place, too, sent away.
The ashes of the week, the forgotten day.
Michael Botur is a New Zealand poet and fiction writer of European heritage. He is author of ten books and has won a bunch
of bigshot writing awards.
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