Cassandra

Cassandra

When I’ve been shredded to confetti
fluttering in pieces to the linoleum,
my blood lures the wolves
with their straitjackets
to throw me in a cage rusting
somewhere on the west end of hell.

These reruns of my future play
in blurs and snapshots
set forever on rewind.
I am no clairvoyant;
I just see the inevitable.

Maybe this is all a hallucination
that blooms like the dandelions
rooting deep inside my skull
thriving off the cyanide.

Everything is glitter and black
In this labyrinth where I am nothing but a pinball
Flicked through plastic channels.

Tear me apart and scatter my ashes
on the vacant lot of this dream.
hurl me into oblivion;
and never hear me scream.