The train stops at 8:55am in the morning
broken down on the tracks without warning,
I sink into my seat, half asleep,
of course wishing this would keep
the car wheels from turning.

But we’re already in too deep
in the wires, underground piping
woven through the streets,
now resigned to merely typing
for the bureaucratic creeps.

If I could stop
too, fast forward to the evening
light
the fire, close the curtains,
this time I might,
though I’m not quite certain.

I have no more to give, no more to keep
the ***** is dry, the kids asleep.

The train stops
at 8:55am in the morning.

Don't wait any longer.
Drop that blanket
and let me warm you up
instead.
Tonight I know
I don't want
to worry about anything
but you.

I bought
her love from
the second hand shop
it was a little patched
and a little worn
but it fit me like
a glove
and never
have I been so comfortable.

I say, "when you left, half my body went with you";
I can't walk with one leg, cant breathe with one lung
So, how do you expect me to survive a minimal of 2 months

Now there's just a print where your body once laid
My sheets can't cover the canyon it displays
A hole where my heart is, a hole in my home
You once kissed my chest below my collarbones

Now the demons from within come crawling out
The firmly grab onto my skin and screech with the mouths
They howled your name but I did the same
I simply just wanted you back again

Now since their settled I sympathize their pain;
The warmth of your heart, your hand and your sweater
Seemed to be the only thing that'd make them sane
You babysitted their hearts as well as mine
Knowing that after much time they'd have to combine
Without hesitation in your exquisite mind,
You felt you'd chisel the marble of this dismantled body
And somehow turn it into the works of Antonio Gaudi