Nimshod Deposed

Nimshod Deposed

A stoplight stains hyetal water to blood

Freon ghosts breath down my back

A fountain filled with vicious wishes

Stone slick as a broken neck

Villainy possesses these hollow streets

Virtue finds an ally in me

A simple purpose defines my night

Exorcise the terror from this city

The Nimshod perpetrates pain and theft

He claims a throne, demands a crown

Ruler of an illegitimate dominion founded on fear

I pursue his putsch and dissolution

Our war of wills and weapons waged in alleyways

His allies have been confined to dreary places with bars and guards

It’s a one to one war

An armored shadow against a pretend monarch

His muscles and nails, grab and dig

His features, a deadset cure for sleep, defined by white lines on gray flesh

His hatched and stippled eyes, his bared teeth, his curled lips

Growl, laugh, hiss, mock

The hours wear me down to my single error

I fall and crawl like a bat in a birdbath

Water floods under clothes, over skin

My hands grasp the coins

I am the BB, the seed, the girl with the fatal delusion that she could win

That’s what I want him to see

Caudal bait to hook

He bites the metal

Now is my time, to tear him down

Mere moments to try or die

Adrenaline drowns my fear

I rise to it

I’m in gear, on my feet and on the offense

My mental mantra screams, “Show your strength.”

My practice pays

With a fistful of coins, I strike his face and back he rears

His desperation drives him

To lash out wildly, to lunge at me

He blares deadly warning like a klaxon

He crashes to the water

His finish is now, the night is quiet

Only the furious rhythm of my heart

Still and stock, he lays afloat in the water

Only the slow rise of his breath

He demanded revenge for the wounds in his pride

He wanted recompense for his lost wealth

His aimed to reclaim his power

I took what was left

I pursued my foe and I let him know fear

I held my ground and I took his

I fought to live and I lived the fight

I never stopped and I stopped him

Sirens will sound, words will be printed

Stories will be told, remixed, interpolated, and retold

A single shared truth will bind the twisted words

The reign of the Nimshod is over

Day will break

Life will happen

Then night will return

As will I

Neon drips and puddles in the street

Freon ghosts flutter in the night

A marble fountain filled with wishes

A present bound for prison

Note - Originally posted on Dreams Taste Good April 26, 2014