Angry Fungus Hunter

Angry Fungus Hunter

As my eyes slam shut

Rusted tears jerk free

Skating like lost soldiers

In avalanche form

Across me

Their weapons and instruments

Playing out scenes

From my Angry Fungus Hunter’s Chaotic Symphony

And alone I stand In the wicked crumble

Screaming at the melody

The laughing moon dancing wild

In the ashes of infinity

My hand works its way inside

Into the darkness

Afraid of what it may find

Tightly

My arm locked inside your chest

Reaches in fear

Because it cannot find your heart

And the air is so cold

It is hard to believe you’re alive

© 5/23/1997, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry