If you
only
*******
knew...

The more my bedroom blinds bend back time
Until splashes of sun cut through my eyelids,
the more I try to snap the support beams
that hold the rigid dam in place.
I try to drink up words
that catch my tongue dancing
in the shower through the pinholes.
He can’t hide himself much longer
under the pile of the grass clippings.
Although he played with dead rats
by the train tracks as a boy,
he found no gold inside their bellies.
Their eyes were ink wells
Fresh for the picking

I speak in faded blasts of wind
Too dull like screaming to the deaf
Where energy can speak for itself
But you can’t hear me
Even if you put your ears to the street
You can’t hear me
I’m trying to find somehow
What’s keeping me inside my hollowed trunk
The lightning struck it years ago
But I am still with patient silent wanderings
My mind can walk ten miles in a few hours
But my body is a frail forgotten piece of how you left it
Can you teach me how to step again?
I’m gray
Stuck within the space between the light melting into shadow
Where the sun skipped yesterday
When yesterday seems like twenty years
Or possibly a melodramatic spindle spinning
Drawing miles of yarn for me to trip on
Fall inside my mind again
That same spinning cycle
Stuck on a leash
Angry like a chained rabid mutt
And who dares to look a little closer
To see my microscopic love
It’s dancing in the wrinkles of my shirt
Every color longing to be spread across my face

Is such a cliché line
Yet it rolls off the tongue
Like stamp on tattoos
Dragging your eyes
Like they are tethered
As blossoms
To the sun