Other’s Worlds

Weird whispers cross datelines

Fine lines of immortal volition

A history of where blues were born

Whirlwinds bound de man up

Chain de man down

Willie wiggles then he falls

Willie wobbles and falls regular

As daylight

Like pain of uncured sickness

Like relentless winds

 Wild whistles of whiskey wills

Tell secrets that cloak resolutions

Eerie echoes

Bounce off

Brick

Brain

Blockades

And wander in subconscious valleys

Like demons in deep sleep

Holding healing at bay     

Fencing the body off

Form soul              

From voices of angels

It’s a commencement of wills at war

A burden for friends

Foes

Loved ones

Enemies

It’s a yoke that dominates identity

Distorts smells in the air

Wishes from other’s worlds well up inside

There’s little isolation from weathered want

It’s piped in like air conditioning

Creeps like fog hiding all but itself

The self is warped

Watered down

Withered