I can not sleep
I lie awake 'neath the window
The alley's howling
We
We waded through leaves
Silently
Up the hill
Searching for the moon
I do not dream
Of anything worth remembering
This city's haunting
me
We climbed up that tree
Wantonly
To the high branch
Reaching for the moon
The seamless continuity of my days and my nights
Amassing black soot on the bags of my eyes
Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:31 AM UTC
Imprecise incision upon the skin of my volition
Fissions, colissions, the emission of diction
Addition of
Bliss and,
Mist and,
Fist and,
*****
The taste of smoke, smoldering fiction
The smell of **** and wasted wishes
The time spent reeling numb, unsmitten
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC