Magic Carpet

I am so alone.

Scarlet spiral,
twirling in an eternity,
upon a carpet of indigo,
stop at my feet
and whisk me away.

Rescue me from these depths:
these decrepid cellars below and beneath happiness;
reeking of mildew and dripping with the pungent
leaks of faltering pipes;

The graying of this windowless room;
loneliness seeping in from the dingy corridors;
colorless rats creeping across the pavement,
moistened with dampened dirt and urin,
curdling between my toes;

The shackles on my feet;
the rags on my body;
the screams reverberating in the distance,
familiar to my ears,
for they come from my own mouth.

No signs of light;
no ray or beam in sight;

Where is my savior
to fly me away?

Scarlet spiral,
twirling in an eternity
upon a carpet of indigo..

July 20, 1994