it's a bad morning
for battling things borrowed
you'll have to try again tomorrow

what becomes the light
when the source is so sacred
yet so absent and an absinthe of fright
just beyond the clouds of human folly
volleying ideas off the wall
he trips on the same unanswered questions
they might as well be prayers

***** sheets
nights on repeat
lack of sleep
excess energy
my own enemy

like a sugar coated table saw blade
serrated and waiting which my heart evades
as it stands up and shouts repent
i apologize, in the name of self defense

i'm proficient in the role
as the one who doesn't care
despite the effervescent fact
that you've always been there

the paralleled walls
that the spiders dance along
crawling to the song
playing just before the dawn
under the shimmering sneaky sky
eyeballs glaring allow the sun to rise

cheeks flushed red
out of the blue
something so fresh
something so new
without the slightest clue
why.