My Ever Awake Ghouls


The ghouls

that dwell in me

in the guise of fitness freak-

come out before dawn-

when the weary moon is sleepy

stars yawn;

their red eyes whirl

in a dervish dance-

and do not rest

till they could pull me out of bed

and send my poor soul

out of the house.

I hear their chuckle

as my heavy trudge

squeezes dew-life out of the grass;

my steps are lighter

and then faster.

I hear their sighs…

perhaps of relief.



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