Sunday driving

The Queensway tunnel opens up
Beethoven's symphony
Recedes, stalls, stumbles
And turns to static

So instead
Light, shaped like
Magnetized iron filings
Flickers past,
A break from heavy fog

Waiting
To take me in outside.

For now
We move like antelopes.

-T

Demon Slaying.

Sometimes I catch it staring.
Nostrils flaring.
As I am daring.
Preparing.
The exorcism I am sharing.
No longer caring.
As I'm blaring.
My voice tearing.
Into it's soul.
Break the mould.
Under it's weight, I shall never fold.
Ever cold.
In a six foot hole.
It's heart in a bowl.
Would you ever doubt me, if I told you so?
So I'll let you go.
Into the night.
Without a fight.
If it's right.
When I see the light.
When It's out of sight.
It comes back around.
Out the ground.
Where it's buried, outside of my house.
But it's about to pounce.
Onto me once again.
It's too hard to explain.
Just how to slay.
A demon in this shape.
There's got be a way.
For me to finally lay.
It in it's resting place.
I must quicken my pace.
And meet it face to face.
It's my last saving grace.
To end this stupid chase.
I  shall watch it brace.
Itself, I watch it shiver.
As the image shimmers.
I clench my fist.
And smash my bathroom mirror.
-H

Different Perspectives

I see him every morning, every day and every night.
And just want to make sure that every thing's alright.
For a while now, I've noticed he's quiet.
His eyes are sunken, he looks tired.
He smells different to what I know.
On the air his sadness flows.
He used to smile.
Now he snarls all the while.
And then again, I sit and watch.
While blood drips from his wrists on cloth.
I don't know why, he still has me.
And every now and then I see.
A smile cross his depressed face.
When I see him, and over I race.
When he puts, his arms around me.
When I wake, and he sleeps soundly.
When he's off with his new pack.
He always smiles when he's back.
He laughs and jokes, and is how I remember.
Before around, last November.
Since then everything about him changed.
But now he's back, and he's uncaged.
Because of this, I smile too.
My boy is back, he's born anew.
-The Dog

You're quite like a candle
A sweetheart
When I look at you
While I'm standing
On the ceiling

And you find the idea
Quite thrilling
'We won't pop this balloon
With a needle'
Let's

Hold it above your
Candle
See how long it will take you
To melt it

You don't call me back
You gamble
Deflate birthday balloons
Dim my candles

- Mr. T