It comes like clockwork
Fixated rock body
Down face in
That empty warm
Cold ditch
Bottomless pit

Stitching quilt less
Flip the pillow
Cold side up
Empty spot

Usual thinking
Of massless
Mornings
No lumps left

In between

Bent hangers
Lemon peels
Quite the company

Chains rattling
The empty beckoning  

Throbbing of
Rare skin

The place
Where your body
Should collect
My errors

In between
Twirling,
Trickling

Destroying every
Cloudy  fist

Sweeping over
Nothing

But broken
Dreams



Of you.

We're both provoked
By boredom
Same age
Still shakin'
Our childish ways
Bad at listening
Unless the times
Are right,
Especially at night

Our parents care,
I swear
Bad at raising
Good at naming

All the funny
Coincidences
To take you to
The moon
And back

"C'est la vie"

I wish it'd never end

Remind me tomorrow
I'll tell you again

Today the upside down butterfly
It landed on me
The blue brick wall
It fell beneath my feet
I walked it to the underground tunnel
Where the black eyes
Looked into me like the kaleidoscope
Hanging from my ceiling above my bed
They took my eyes
And not knowing of their sadness
I fell into the carpet
I sunk into the floor
Four whole hours
I watched the children run away
I watched without watching
I loved without loving
And I fell without falling
The sound of crackling eggshells
reminded me of what I could not see
The way he touched my melting lips
Simple ecstasy
All something I could not see
I forgot of the black eyes
And the butterfly
It landed where I could not see
Could not hear
Could not feel
But as I walked through my own thoughts
I could think
I could do anything
I was me

I did what had to be done
To make me forgive
And now
I'm just like you
Again

This zipper
Stays
Unzipped
It's stuck
I'm unequipped
For what
You
Are
Bound
To know
How low
Can
A person
Go?
I know
Because
That is
Where
I've been
Laying
Lying
How long
Has it
Been?
Months
Weeks
No one
Gets
In
Not because
I can't
But only
Because
I can
A man
A place
A time
A plan
It's not
Even worth
It
Anymore

I am a waste
A quitter
At everything
Except
The smokes
In my pocket
Stick a fork
In my socket
And restart
Me

You're fast
And brainy
The same age

You seem preoccupied
And don't respond
To question

Now and then
You'll swing
A cat

Trudging along
A line of scrimmage
Some kind of astonishment

Old fashioned
And furious
You come out
Of that line
Charging
In all directions

A shift glance
To get some sense
And controversy
A dash of wit

Is there such thing
As a curve ball?

Would you lose
Interest
If I told you,
No?

Quit singing your sad bluebird blues
Eyes filled with broken record tears
I'll never understand
Your empty tortured heart
The sick satisfaction
That comes with watching,
Those visually striking images
They lure you in
****** you up
Swallow you whole
Like the snake that wallows
Through your green gate garden
You should never battle,
Battle for love
I turned on the light
In that corner
Where you kept your secrets
I showed you the words
That fell from the sky
I laid them out,
In black and white
No need to hide away,
In your little square bubble alone
I know the air is thin
I have a bubble of my own
Jump off your tangled cord television,
That you stare away your problems into
It is all a lie
The closeness
The flame
The suppressing feeling,
They call love
The greyness of the back seat,
Should tell you what you need to know
Even though the bubble is getting smaller
Seeming like a constricting slithering nigthmare
Your heart is growing,
Like the skyline that you see,
When you wake up,
And realize you are no longer alone

Quit singing your sad bluebird blues
Eyes filled with broken record tears
I'll never understand
Your empty tortured heart
The sick satisfaction
That comes with watching,
Those visually striking images
They lure you in
****** you up
Swallow you whole
Like the snake that wallows
Through your green gate garden
You should never battle,
Battle for love
I turned on the light
In that corner
Where you kept your secrets
I showed you the words
That fell from the sky
I laid them out,
In black and white
No need to hide away,
In your little square bubble alone
I know the air is thin
I have a bubble of my own
Jump off your tangled cord television,
That you stare away your problems into
It is all a lie
The closeness
The flame
The suppressing feeling,
They call love
The greyness of the back seat,
Should tell you what you need to know
Even though the bubble is getting smaller
Seeming like a constricting slithering nigthmare
Your heart is growing,
Like the skyline that you see,
When you wake up,
And realize you are no longer alone