Happy Easter and a Poem

Happy Easter, everyone! Or Kwanza. I guess it depends.

Here's a poem I wrote several nights ago. I don't know how I feel about it, so tell me what you think.


Lamp-lit island bedroom blazes flickering
Golden-aorta heart bedroom, blind pulsing
Stranded-sailor desert planet bedroom, silent-falling
Fog-swallowed wanderer bedroom lantern swinging
In this black ocean midnight house: heavy breathing

And my skeleton chatters between linen sheets
And my eyes dart fiery-veined frantic
And the window shades look like monstrous eyelids thick-skinned
And every noise I make sends explosive strands of thunder into the dark
And my heartbeat races, neon hummingbird wingbeat
Peering into that conscious cold absurd darkness; and

I hear the frightened floorboards squeal out there
Every time a phantom’s icy feet brush the wood
My nightmares sway and shriek out there
Deluge of darkness where I once stood

Ghouls and goblins drenched in night
Wandering souls that scream and weep
Breathing in those tufts of yellow light
I realize what I really fear is sleep