Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Exist

Another starry night
to drill holes in the paper
to succumb, to wallow
to just exist, to stare at sleep
to tell need is not the crux.

Dreaming riddles through
seven pounds of me
to fill voids
to draw curtains
to let it all go
thread of mornings
tied together
weak glue, strong blue.

A pattern in ring of smoke?
or is it another puzzle
to get involved in
to drain, to win and lose
So I stay awake
Clouds are ashamed
I stare too hard
they don't need admiration
they feel unworthy
they don't need my words
I tell them they deserve it
I try though, it's how I am
Somebody does it
to exist, to survive
to live freely and fully.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Design

I talk to you in my dreams
collect all those conversations
extract their essence in the mini capsules
I wash them down with steel cans
whenever I'm turning bad
forgetting how to walk.

This shivering inside the blanket
it's the impatience inviting the cold 
Glances through the screen so old
peeling off the ember, all wrong places
Have I told you about the mocking walls
careworn but judgmental bricks.

Can I listen to all your misery
I don't care about the phases
This could be forever
it doesn't matter, it augments affinity
Poisoned lungs and charred tissue
share them in this pristine time.

Each passing sunlight bottled
we forget what got us here
Forgetting how to fly
through our promises
Love is a mere liability
imbalance sprinting through
soluble in the arteries
This was my design.