The night and day drift apart
The sun disappears under the horizon
And the moon waves goodbye
                                                  as the twilight cries.

The twittering of birds
Or my morning alarm
The roar of the waterfall
Or the static from the TV
I wonder
Which of these things I'm hearing
Is real

Tell me what can I do
Because nothing ever seems to go right
You only come home every other night
Tell me what can I do
When people are looking our way, With the strangest face and see your hand around her waist.
I tell you things have got to change.
But you say no way, maybe some other day.
I'm trying my best to hold on to you
Tell me what can I do
I need to rest
Because of all this stress
But maybe things will turn out for the best
I guess I shouldn’t hold my breath
But I still try every day and say that things have got to change
You say no way, maybe some other day.
Why do I even try
Every time I bring it to light
You say I’m just picking a fight
Maybe you’re right

the meeting point between antifreeze and rot
undiscovered worlds in a stupid sheet of ice
i rake my leaves and ***** a flurry
from that strange backed-up faucet, my mouth.

As one night I traversed between
Familiar ponds and waterholes.
The mirth and pep of cobblestone catacombs
Traversing also
And lingering languid with the interminable vapours of combustion.
I approached a woman,
Plain,
But radiating a genre of beauty obsolete.
Our trajectories to cross,
I half-stepped, swung, and made to speak,
‘Madame, if you may fancy but a drink?’
To which she did not so much as glance,
But brushed me off
And kept steady on her path.

Climbing                                                        
        Climbing
Climbing
Blisters form on my fingers as I reach from one ragged stone to the next
                  Climbing
         Climbing
Climbing
"I can do this" I tell myself. My palm is numb, the pain does not matter.
                   Climbing
         Climbing
Climbing
I smile, the top is near. Reachable. It does not matter that the air is thin up here and I can hardly breath
                    Climbing
          Climbing
Climbing
I reach up for the final time and pull myself up onto the top.
"I did it," I tell you smiling brightly. "I've finally reached where you are."
I want to shake your hand but mine is filthy with blood and gravel
You come closer, it frightens me and I back away
"You had it easy, I have suffered much more than you." You say. But I can see your hands are smooth and beautifully clean. Your nails painted and pristine.
You turn away. Your long hair slaps my face. My foot slips.
Falling
       Falling
               Falling