Clayton Bye- Two Poems

The Town of Me

My days have been

The passing of dreams,

Not quite real clouds

Built of smoke and dust,

Marking each pained

But gritty footstep

With rasping laughter

To steal away

The life-blood of

This aging ghost town,

While colourless

thoughts raised without form

walk through my halls,

echos of silence.

Mind Fuck

Chemicals in my brain

Are toxic today,

Hurling spikes

Of preformed anger

Into unwary flesh.

Go away dear people.

Do not venture close:

I draw blood;

A storm of slicing,

Razor-edged, words of bale.

Sadness underneath is

Tearing me apart

As I rend

In my helpless rage,

Destruction unfettered.

I call music to me,

And the Gods, so that

Possession,

The devil mind fuck,

Is ripped from its warm hole.

Bruised from this psychic rape,

I lay on cool sheets:

Silence heals.

Don’t ever tell me

Evil is just a myth.

Bio:

Clayton Bye is a writer, editor and publisher. The author of 9 books and a varied collection of short stories, poems, articles and hundreds of reviews, he has also published (under the imprint Chase Enterprises Publishing) 3 award winning anthologies of excellent short stories by some great talents from around the world. The first book features general fiction, the second offering is horror and the third is a book of detective short stories.

 

Mr. Bye also offers a wide range of writing services, including small business management for writers.