If I could only
throw off the weight,
of the exhaustion, I bear .

If I could shed, the insomnia
in a paper coil,
of alabaster snakeskin--
shrug it off,
heavy shoulders

Like a fur lined coat,
a chinchilla plush,

my skin at once,
too hot, and too cold .

it is unseasonably warm;
my body, buzzing,
rolling forward, in a neutral gear
down a winding road
a bundle of nerves, wrapped
into ticking, fat sticks.

There's the pain,
the pulse, of pure,
unfiltered pain
that reminds, my skin-suit

to reanimate,
upon the odd occasion.

Boss, says:
"dance"
and so I quickstep,
into a foxtrot,
among dozy landmines.

The fatigue,
has eaten out its hollows
under the dull glow,

of once vibrant eyes.

Submit

to the weakness, of flesh.
The fatigue, that closes your eyes
For the rest, that never seems, to come.
I shuffle in, and out of sleep
mere cards, without face
unwritten. Blank
Featureless.

I dream, without slumbering ...

Please,

don't let, the starlight,
burn out...their tomorrows.

Don't cast a dou(b)ter
upon navied fires...
cornflower blues,
going up, in trails, of hot smoke,
as they roll, upward,
uselessly.

...For what if I never saw,
another rainbow?

Though they might
tease my nostrils, as they flare,
in anticipation

I can't smell a rainbow's coloring...
golden cardamom,
orange curry powder
or taste its hues, upon my dancing tongue
in a tangy sumac,
or a fresh, green dill.

I can't hear its brilliance,
piercing a hazy, overcast sky...
a crackling light,
too bright to be subdued,
by its silvery cloak.

It splits the sky,
in a luminous sickle.

I can't
hold up a hand,
and feel it arc,
into my palm
a warm, purry kitten,
pushing its coarse fur,
against my ashen skin.

...So, what if I never saw,
another rainbow?

Never sensed them, again
and they became, as fables
in my mind's eye;
akin to snorting unicorns,
or fire-blowing dragons?

I spent my whole life, whimsically
chasing auroras, and perseids
devouring the world,
with my eyes first,
and my heart, afterwards...

and I've still seen
such precious little, of it.

Could I lick the vibrance,
from my beloved's cheek, blindly
and be satisfied,
as he lay stretched,
in the dark, beneath me?

Could I savor the aroma,
as I scent it, on the wind
like a sweet cologne?

...For what if I never saw,
another rainbow?

...Please...
don't let the starlight,
burn out,
their tomorrows,

from my eyes.

When you're at your lowest,
when you sink, to your knees
when your soul, is screaming,
in grief, and anguish
I wish you would lay, your pain
at my shoreline.
Sink into my sands, why won't you
Why don't you?

Why won't you...

My palms,
clear and gentle
would shelter you,
as you weathered your storms
cry your tears,
into the briny sea, of mine
where no one would sense them
upon the winds, or tides

Sink into my sands, why won't you
Why don't you?

Why won't you...

How long, how lost,
how

lonely
is the day?
The sun lies recumbent,
as I do:

languishing in cold storage,
perfectly preserved
in its hollow corner
of sky.

I'm
learning
that we're not unalike.

We burn, with equal intensity
and others, love best
to gaze at us,
from the furthest,
faraway plains.

I seem,
to bring naught,
but discomfort.
Wrapped in pain
like the fading aurora bloom,
of day,

I'm a solar-powered picana

so, please...




avert your eyes.