I awoke in a rush
About ten hours, no;
Ten minutes ago.
Sometime around ten.
Anyways, the point is...
Forget about the point.

I awoke in a rush
This morning,
From what I believed,
Was the sound of her
Breathing. But as I came
To, it was just that old
Ceiling fan creaking
It's nightly love song
To me.

I pull myself out of bed
And into the floor.
The shades bring a certain
Shade that I don't like
Anymore. Oh, **** me!

I slink out to the shed
And begin to burn, burn
Burn away everything,
Anyone care to come and try me?
I'll change your mind.

Strange feelings begin to arise
On this maybe-just-me morning.
There, sixteen or seventeen different
Varieties of happy and ****
Send out all the words
Of my daily love song
To you.

I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶h̶e̶l̶p̶ ̶b̶u̶t̶
T̶r̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶d̶i̶e̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶n̶i̶g̶h̶t̶.̶
I̶t̶'̶s̶ ̶j̶u̶s̶t̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶n̶a̶t̶u̶r̶e̶.̶
I̶ ̶c̶a̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶s̶l̶e̶e̶p̶ ̶b̶e̶c̶a̶u̶s̶e̶
I̶'̶m̶ ̶c̶o̶n̶s̶t̶a̶n̶t̶l̶y̶ ̶*******̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶
F̶i̶g̶h̶t̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶b̶a̶c̶k̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶e̶m̶p̶t̶y̶
H̶o̶l̶l̶o̶w̶ ̶f̶e̶e̶l̶i̶n̶g̶s̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶s̶t̶

So, I resort back to nature.

I shouldn't have even said this much,
I'll be on my way now.

I have to c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶  ̶o̶u̶t̶
The names of her disciples.
Like a corroded mob boss
Hung on pills and grass.
Wasted manhood
A shotgun +

I passed the time to care -

The darkness sets
In yellow circles and square stones
I'll let go of them tomorrow.
But, that's what I always say,
Dear God, please!!

The plastic-faced-man
Will shut out the only light.
It's been a real pleasure -

Thank you reader,
For not reading this too
Far into and out of space
and to note the time it's
Twelve o' clock
You're on the midnight express,
Just you outside and in the stars.
"Is the devil here?"
I guess that'll make three,
So just put me in

As well. As the story goes,
I'm getting old and restless
Impatient and tired of this
World around me; the corner folds me
Back around the world and
I'm stuck on a knuckle.
What funky luck, ******!

Lay me down and ask,
"What's going on stranger?**"

I have an idea of the future.

Bleak and stale.
It's salty **** licked at my neck
Then turned and let me be
A solid hammer of stone.

&

I smashed, smashed, smashed
Away at your T.V.
And pulled your hand through,
All the while;
Your lips just keep saying no
and no, and so I let you go
and let the sweaty sand drip off
Of my boney fingertips.
As if it was my way,
Of letting your scent go
Away with the
Summer-time *snow.

This is just
The way of the world.

The question is
This seemingly unknown

Shadow |
             | against the wall
             |

A white cat
     and her blackenedface
Met once more
          for last sniffs
      To pass on alone.
                                    .
                    ­        Under
Lightning bolts -       .
                            Ground
                        ­            .
Shredded to pieces;
I saw them
                    briefly
and I coughed
    Once or twice
But it still wasn't right.
      
        This isn't a
Side         -         show
        It's            the
            last hole

To leave your shame in.

The soul departed
and m   ix e   d    in
With the earth's beautiful
colours. So fascinating the
        s m   e  l l.

Hell is no place
To speakthink about.
It exists only
For those who need it
To. . .

Dried minds are always welcome

and for that I say,
"Well done."

I'll just stay here and float
Down
                     -
                                 stream

With the other loving
Multi-coloured souls.

I began to shake

This is it,
A broken plate.

It got worse and fell
Out, far beyond her

As his face smashed
Against the sea shell
A wave crashed and found

A sudden death in a
Hole in the wall.
**** it all.

There was no watch
Last night.
I actually slipped out
Flew out of the room

Oh and you
Looked like the ocean
At first sight.
Beautiful and consuming

A windy day
Lashing out against the dunes.
Thank God
They were there
I would've sailed away, If not

For your last breath.
You saw a shadow,
I saw the reflection of
A memory from hell.
I saw you and I,

Standing hand in hand
In your mother and father's
Little mansion in the Keys,
It's fingers set me on fire.

I coughed and swallowed
Your words of love. I've got
Six months to puke 'em out
It's poison

Bursting in my veins
I sang the song you love
"The Blowers Daughter"

Your father would love me.
It's too late now
For time to heal

My memory
Of this beautiful scar.

Your eyes and *******,
Took my breath and

I fell apart.