Once before
Twice ago
Come, Stay
Hit the floor
Ignore the lights
Between white lines
They only change
Back and forth
Stare up
Enjoy the view
of high speed chases
and concrete faces
Once cold
Twice as blind

Waiting for my locks
to break and spill
opening doors paper thin
and shining light
on hidden talents

Waiting for hand-built walls
to crumble and crash
letting free a fear of mine
one so tall
no ladder of support will help

Waiting for people
to compile and understand
the hints I spoke
so the answer will never
have to be pronounced by me

Another line
Another day
minutes multiplied without you
and friends forgot to lessen the taste

Another hour
Another daybreak
forcing myself to wake
to remember you're still human
and mistakes are their downfall

Another kiss
Another touch
felt no where but the lips
oh how my veins call for you
to shock my heart into loud beats

Maybe if I scream
Someone will listen
Between the growls
They'll find what's eating
Devouring me soul and all

reeling to the floor
joining the carpet in despair
comfortable and content
below the air
foams and fibers
keeping pressure off my heart
at least until I stand

spread wide
my limbs sense no gravity
and my stomach
is no longer gripped with torture
rough fingers made of carpet
support my head
as light as it may feel

heavy and draining
processing the days
more frequently do I lay
comfortable on carpet
awaiting your reply

my warm skin
tingling
a set of vibrations
forced into the muscles
by a device
through which we communicate

the patience and longing
which fill the silences in between
drains me

As I wait
fighting time
I grasp my mind around
those swinging hands
that travel 360
while peering through glass
their window to the world
I try to understand
rather comprehend
why red laps black
many times over,
in a never ending race
that ends in time itself
and how or if
I can somehow rewind
that needle of red
This train of my thoughts
now traveling faster then
what I ponder
is broken, stopped
with a syllable
that which I identify myself as
and as I heave
forcing weight upwards
I gather eyes and stares
plastered to my back
my shoes catch and keep
my attention
as I move towards
the only other fighting gravity
my gaze now no where near that red needle
simple greetings are exchanged
hellos and how are yous
then I again push my feet
one by one
following one clad in scrubs
now I find myself in a
space far too small
and answering questions,
of which my mind
needs not to focus on
rather it returns itself
onward and onto
the timepiece
I pronounce clock