They pay me

You come trudging along
Lugging your baggage as always
Smiling with your dancing eyes
But solemn in greeting

I watch as you
Unpack, stack everything neatly
Turn over to embrace me
Change

Walks that we take
Across the city
Gambling in the notion of being seen
Absent from the thoughts of those we know

I fire up
And tear down
Past the railway stations
Lewd laughter ringing my way
And the whispers down the darkened corridors
How I've lived with them

You pay me a last glance and
Retreat with the rest of the crowd
And I watch as you leave
Watch for the trickling specks of light
Darting from your darkest hair

I wait
Until they pay me again

It's the
Last day

Tomorrow they said they'd come for you
Sure I believe they'll be on time
They always are

Then I suppose they'll take you to some
****-house in the middle of nowhere
Work you till you drop and
Die

Underneath all that grimy face and ***** hands you
Still grin at me in that childish act
Waving maggots in my face

Tomorrow they'll come take you somewhere
I don't know what to do with the cash
But it'll feed the other kids enough

It's the
Last day

Thought I'd give you a treat
Went to the outside and brought back
Some meat
Chucked it in the fire
Let it singe for a bit
You gnawed on it like chocolate

Tomorrow they'll come take you away
And there's nothing I can do about it.

It's raining
Beastly thudding down on the warped iron
Time and universe spinning on the axes of doubt
And we dance like there was no other way out of it

It's raining
Slipping down the courtyard of breeze
Climbing the ascension to the mountains of the gods
Scaling the pits of our own little daemonium

It's raining
Ringing in my ears there are
Yellowed jackets and fighting roars
Decrepit words of the random past

It rains
Like thunder and lightning make no sense
Pouring into the concrete jungles and sealing
Sentience in its benevolent hands

Spiders grasp our flesh
Tear it apart
Who would say otherwise?
Take it and rend
Rend and grate

Whispers of the darkness
resound in my head.

She stands on the edge
Watches the setting sun
Tells me the stories of a
Faded and distant past
Many memories away

Her frock billows and I
Catch a glimpse of a dyed tear
Dissipating into the wind

Like thunder she has
Captivated the hearts of people
Taken in their minds and
Turned the tide in her hands

But nothing for me
Nothing like that in the darkness
Nothing like the heaviness of drink
After the throbbing of the head begins

She smiles and
Taking me in with her eyes
Tilts her head slightly to show

Earrings dangling in the light
Sparkle against the dying sun
While we watch the stars shining

She turns to watch the shoot
Flapping in the universe as it
Plummets to its death

And I am just that to her
Disappearing and forever
Longing to stay
But effervescent
Evanescent
Discontent

She stands on the edge
Watches the setting sun
Turns away from me

She's all I would ever want
And she is nothing.

Tilt your strings lightly
Burn the candles out of the way
Twist the cables, light up the fluorescence
Close the curtains, pull away the sheets

Try the essence, aim for the skies
Dissect the absence and tear apart the lies
Grip the tightness and the fear of all things between
Hold the silence, the beyond and unseen

Frayed at the seams at the dirge of time
Sliding to the winds and creasing at the sighs
Opening to the ocean while the echoes of light
Bury the effervescent chides of numbered sights

Chalk up words, try the triremes
Gauge the haphazard

Loosen the covers
Army of evanescence
Gyrating in the day

Pull on the notes, try them
Jake in everlasting, hunt
Price on the run, freedom in disguise
Take my urban pain
and torment my supplies.

Flowers of tomorrow

She takes to the fields with less than a goodbye
Embracing all the soul of the sun, wind, sky

Silhouettes as we are left in the shadow of the door
The cover of all bright lights giving us solitude

Neon in the alleyways of greased memories
Injured beyond the thoughts of my dying reveries

Occluded by periphery and gargantuan senses
Implicit in their discovery of the ***** of time

Hope and death and sorrow and gain
Paint all the gates of joy and sacrifice

Meander in the fields of the day
Yesterday and today take up my way.

My head spins
I can't sleep
The world whispers its memories of you
And in the bay's reflection the pain
Lurches like sandstorms.