Edward Lee

BOOM

 
Boom, boom, boom,
comes the noise
from the wrong side of my ear,
echoing and bouncing
across the jagged contours
of my cranium,
roughing the bone,
scraping, scratching,

cracking.

Boom, boom, boom,
is all I know now,
tonight,
as I feel the black oil
coat my brain,
feel it seep into my mood,
into my mind,
my heart,
my soul.

The whites of my eyes
are darkening now,
my nostrils bubbling,
my mouth filling,
while this insomnia dented night
stretches before me,
behind me,
over me,
falling back onto itself,
echoing

boom, boom,

boom.

 
THE DOUBTER DOUBTS HIS DOUBT

I am searching for a light,
though I know there is
no light.

I know,

and yet, yet,
I do not know,
or I wish not to know.

I wish to be wrong.
I hope
to be.

I want there to be…
something,
When I know there is nothing.

I want, I
want
to not know
what I know.

I wait,
as open as I can be,
for a light
to shine
where no light has ever shone
before,

where no light will shine,
I know.

 

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