Sometimes
It comes at night; a silent
swarm
of stubborn hornets
fizzing in my brain,a
bear on its back legs
breathing foul air in my face
It just
forms itself out of the darkness.
Typed pages
are sent out in envelopes
never to be seen again
I am a fly
smashing my brains against
glass
the whirring of wings
like laughter
at the futility
of word
following
word,& i will
continue to do
this
until I die
.
Niall Griffiths
Picture Kallie Tiffau
.