The cold breeze
Of a Monday morning
The gentle sun rise
As the moon falls from site
Despite the cliche happiness
Sunlight doesn't feel the same when
Dark skies are where you thrive

So leave me alone
When the morning shows
I can't endure the thought
Of a new day
When I wasn't finished
With the last

I need more time
To fulfill my mind
The earth will slow down
Then there will be no sound
Just myself
Dragging the chains that bound
-Cnk

So much to go wrong
So much that never went right
It's just one of those nights
Where the light never shows
Because the sun hides behind the midnight Blues
Between the whiskey above the counter
The marijuana in my drawer
And these pills in my hand
I don't know what to take first
To cure my anxiety of never being enough
The light that escapes the darkness
And enters my room
From the moon
Shows a spotlight
To what's right
It looms over my eyes
Like something great
That has a mysterious fate
It's too bad I never believed
In fate
-Cnk

Long day.
Still no job.
Not a friend to hear my cry.
I just really need some sleep.

You know, my ceiling doesn't look the same anymore.
Endless nights of mindless staring--
has accumulated a peculiar fascination with
this slab of poorly painted drywall.
Blank, empty, curious,
it seems as if my ceiling and I have more in common
than I previously recognized.

I don't know when the sleepless nights started,
but my need for them to end is imperative.
I can't take it anymore.
Lying alone in your bed at night,
provides too much time for thought.
I can't deal with more thoughts.
Not with this insignificant life of mine.

Too many thoughts of love,
and how i don't posses it.
Too many thoughts of hope,
And how there is none.
Too many thoughts of Heaven,
And how I'll probably go to hell.
Too many thoughts about those painkillers in the drawer--
hiding so close to the whiskey;
Too many thoughts about how many pills It'd take;
Too many thoughts about the chance of getting some real rest;
...
I just really need some sleep--
Forever.


-Bb

Draped, splattered on a canvas
that stretches over bones—
Let's see what life you can make of it,
This framed temple you call home.

These rough edges strike you
Awakening their shapes steadily,
Just living lines on road maps that will never,
Ever lead you back to me.

For you are a transformed artist, a pale-skinned army
Composed of a thousand lies,
A self-proclaimed angry bird,
Red like a sick horizon.

With uneven flow, your hesitant hands
Trembled all through the night,
Just to burn it in morning, even though
You worked so hard to get the lighting right.

Her eyes played me
Like soft chords on
An old violin,
And the sound produced
Would never sound as sweet,
As the song flowing from
Your piano key teeth.

There are harmonies in my heart,
And melodies in my veins.
If only you'd strum me
Three times more,
I'd blow into your trumpet lips,
And you'd buzz and you'd hum-
Dancing inside of my kiss.

I'll take this mallet,
And hammer away
At the contours of your spine
Like it were a xylophone,
Your body vibrates-
I flow to the sensual tone.

This is a symphony of few,
An orchestra of two,
And who needs instruments anyway-
When the music is made
by me and you?

The music in the background
Provides a shadowy undertone
For the blank stares
There's nothing in her eyes anymore
After all the pain you've caused
She's finally let you go
Don't ask her to stay
It's the only chance she has to walk away
She can find her way
To the day
When she's staring into my eyes
And when she takes the chance
To indulge in my romance
She'll see
Why it was never anyone but me
-Cnk