Sweet Yiddish whispers in my black and white slippers Delving into daydreams of dark and desperate days Spilling turpentine on tiles tearing me away for miles Feeling frantic flutters in the back of my brain Bearing backlot benches bordering the land of Spain Roses rowing to Roman seas that no one sees Leering lullabies of lackadaisical lovers, known to never fly
When I left this grey place eons ago and the sun turned to water under my feet the sky spit out seven horseshoes hitting our heads in predictable defiance and the sand turned to wind the laughter to salt when the world opened up Was it really my fault?
The walls worn under my feet in the snow who dares think badly back the greyness left my dry blind eyes and the haze was replaced with black the sun sets on a cloudless skyless day and rises on forgotten lands of warmth trying to reach down and touch what it lost too high up now We’re all too dead.
It’s funny I used to read and write Laugh and type But now I can’t I’m falling And as the frustration grows Mountainous procrastination as I try to remember My mind can’t stop writhing
My body moving Head saying yes Sentences halved and mashed and forgot Frantic boredom As I fill filled space The wave of papers Books and words That I’ve neglected Hit me greater than before The yells, tears, bad grades, hurt Take me all at once Under water, out again Some day I’ll drown
I stopped working on this for a while and just finished it. Try to spot the stylistic difference from the times I stopped and started.
The sweet smell of leaves on the ground You tell me you’re sorry The pale sky, bright and dim I know that you’re not The cold’s refreshing sting Memories of you that I can’t shed The silhouettes of trees You haunt me, dear The sound of leaves blowing like rain You know you’re wrong but you never cared Green yellow red brown white You gave me Autumn, I’ll give myself spring