living every night
on my fingertips
touching the disorganized
alphabet on my lap
breathing every day
day dreaming the next words
I'll compose when
the sun sets
living every morning
with my feelings
of yesterday
on my computer screen

My pathetic eyes can see
Far below the skin
Where touch means nothing
and agony is insatiable
A method is possible
Too dislodge your torment
or seal the cracks
So I'll be brave and
Prescribe a kiss
Hopefully brightening your insides

settling down and out
an uncomfortable atmosphere
draining from above
dripping onto oddly shaped benches
and the people among them

amongst quiet faces
i slowly feel this somber rain
drench all souls
and glaze over our eyes

black and red
dominating the colors
accenting the wet wood
and matching this silence

voices, words, memories
fight the grieving pupils
forcing them to join the air overhead
leaking a most potent substance

aching from the hard lumber
pushing toward my spine
joining the window planes and
man sleeping peacefully
i coat my eyes clear
and connect the tears

creating invisible lines
across my scalp
grinding dead fingernails
down to the living skin
slowing peeling the cells
trying to reach my brain
performing surgery
my bed the operating table
pulling and yanking
blindly putting nerves
back in their places
feeling with sore fingers
struggling
to find the bad spot
the chunk of my mind
containing you
aiming and seeking
to yank from my thoughts
the fragment
that makes my blood boil
and
forces me to text you
when my ten scalpels tire
and i finally fatigue
no molecule, particle, or
flaw
can i find
you have infected my brain
down to the core
and every atom in between
but still
the capacity of my conscious surgery
can find no defect
sensing sanity return
i put back every nerve and neutron
and use my ten tired needles
to stitch back my scalp
hiding my work
beneath many blood hairs
deeming myself rational
sound and levelheaded
i use electricity to connect
my disorganize mind to yours
ten tired tools helping me along
and when I'm done
when the message has left
...i question my health
and the process begins again

my body
unaware and awake
sensing dreams
two eyelids away
my body
clinging and floating
sweating the darkness
between cotton threads
my body
heavy and insignificant
visualizing energy
leaving through the outline
of lips etched to a cheek
my body
cold and lifeless
picturing what night
is like without you
my body
yearning and despising
that sweet smell
caught in the fibers
my body
wishing and hoping
the dimness was darker
to hide the
square inside the frame
held up on my stomach
and blurred by my tears
my mind
fighting and losing
a battle of insomnia
my body
knowing and trusting
that when daybreak
slivers through the blinds
you won't be next to me

Told myself not to
to dream about you
but i do anyways
it just shortens the time between
the time i spend waiting
for your response
the time i spend hoping
that I'll become your everything
the time i spend wondering
if when you close your eyes
you picture for a moment
me and you

Half pass twelve
Having yet to stir
Light is my enemy
Kept at bay by the blinds
Week old sheets
Stuck to my body
Because your perfume
Hasn't left them
Yet....