Dodo Eraser

Midnight Shower

When I shower
In the small song
Of a midnight embrace,
My gable roof flowers
In furrowed robes,
Then shrugs,
Ushering in the rain.
With leavened light
I turn the shower off
And let the vault
Unleash its alpha splash.
Spin me into space
To view the globe in chains,
It’s a fragile paper doll—
A lunatic asylum,
High on buttered toast.
Dawn is just a ghoul,
Bleeding friendly fire
So, forgive my drawn-out sighs.
I’m blacking out
And spitting halos.
It’s the only way to live,
As water paints my bones.

Therapy?

Do you need therapy
or just a brutal game of chess?
Your stains
tell a tale of deranged
cigarettes
and a mother’s cruel delusion.
Just my first impressions.
Pitch your tent
and stay awhile,
there’s a forest
to be born,
a foetus on the couch.
Tell me all your dreams,
splash them into space.
Forget
your inhibitions,
wage war against the mist,
like splintered glitterballs.
Let’s fish for childhood glory
in a serotonin sea.
Your homework for next week;
eat your tacos
in the rain
and fold a paper moon—
don’t worry,
there’s method to my madness,
and an invoice at your door.

Tim Frank’s work has been published in Bending Genres, X-R-A-Y Literary Magazine, Maudlin House, Hobart, The Forge Literary Magazine, New World Writing and elsewhere. He has been nominated for Best Small Fictions and 3x Best of the Net.