dusty frames retain memories
and then all at once
we live too fast
there is a courtyard
behind the abandoned hospital.
vines crawl up the walls like cancer;
like a sickness that cannot be contained.
just like my irrational eagerness for pertinence.
disconnect my conscious thoughts.
*make this infection disappear.
your hair is unruly and unkempt
and i can't seem to form a coherent thought.
your very being is a colorful illustration
that i could study endlessly.
let me drink you in.
i promise not to leak.
i will savor every drop
and never let you flee.
uncovered comfort in
outer space and
fields of wildflowers.
drunk on orbits.
jumping off skyscrapers filled with dust.
consuming vases overfilled with memories
and scattered pieces of home.
dark matter summoning tranquility.
My thoughts are as loud as a derailed freight train.
Washing my hands clean of the marks I no longer want to see.
stimulate the illusion of destitute empires
children climbing ladders
stamps from stockholm
in the dead of night i sift through the foliage
arranging leaves on gravestones
faint ***** hums
black crows wander through thick pines
scuffling along the grassy path.
worn out and wondering.
wandering and wandering.
lost in the thick scent
of pine trees and dead leaves.
shatter my bones and leave me to the crows.
False eyes cast shadows
across the glint of a dark horizon.
A stained mattress and a trace of senselessness.
A vacancy and a void.
Prospects of chaos.
Overbearing amounts of black coffee.
A box of aged slides,
projected onto a brick wall.
A small beginning.
sleeping on the dining room floor
with apparitions and stale bread crumbs
clasping and interlocking fingers
sweaty palms dripping with amnesia
slow my breathing
it's better with you here
— The End —