Setting sun and color dims
Some park and bench from ancient years
Some thousand heads have rested there
On rotted wood and metal.

Rising moon and darkness falls
The withered cane clicks on the walk
The empty purse a ticking clock
'Til tired eyes shut finite.

Countless stars and total night
Her wrinkled soul like body maimed
Her tattooed wrist whose digits named
One jilted grain of sand - sleeps.

Summer turns to winter,
And cold conquers all.
In solitude I stand,
Then shiver, then fall.

But suddenly, a breeze,
A spring thaw come soon.
Dancing, sometimes touching,
She swirls and sings a tune.

Crimson gal(e) pulling inwards,
To which crimson hearts betray.
She is my god of the gaps,
And as wind, she blows away.

He wore a coat from the day he stepped
Out from his home now forgotten and lost,
With patches and pockets and rips or
Tears scattered 'round a cloak journey tossed.

He wore a coat from the day he stepped
Out to remove now himself from his sheath,
He pondered the skin under now bare
**** and uncovered the monster beneath.

I sit here against my screen, my words flowing like
the blood in my alcohol inflated veins,
My mind muddled, yet flowing, open, and at ease.
I sit here listening to voices, singing. And I miss you all.
I would like to say that it consumes me, that it occupies my every step. I would like to think that it would make me human.
But it is not that.
It is a dull aching in my stomach. That small nagging in my gut that reminds me that while I am not truly alone,
I sure as hell feel it.
My friends,
I would love to raise a glass, smile, and thank you all for everything, sitting here shirtless and tired in my desk chair.
But that would be talking to the two million pixels on my screen, and not you.
My friends,
You help me walk. You help me jump.
You let me fly.
My friends,
I've said this before, and
My friends,
I will say it a thousand more times, because I cannot say it enough, and
My friends,
I thank you.

It's in these small moments
When you least expect it.
A burst of gratitude
For all that you haven't.
And inversely,
All that you do -
So have my thanks
For being you.
My friends
Are there
When I'm
Not here.

It's amazing how
Two simple words
Can lift weights unimaginable.

I need a mattress,
An object to fall on.
Something to cradle me
As I drift off to sleep.

I need a mattress,
An object to sleep on.
Something to comfort me
As I fitfully dream.

I need a mattress -
But, alas,
I dream -

I fear.

If only I didn't fear of crushing it
Under it's weight
As well as my own.

I want a mattress.