You are above me, for the simple fact that you are not me.
I am but a lonely piano player, who resides in the corners
of restaurants and blackened old hearts. You, with

glimmering eyes, and mischievous lips, dance barefoot
against the earth, the arches of your feet covered in free-verse.
I do not approach you; you are above me.

And here is something you may have overlooked
One room’s floor is another room’s
ceiling, and while you sway and dance and live and wander

you are inevitably doing so on my dreams. Burdened and breathless,
I sit and watch you move, up in the stars and the night and the
glow of the moon.

I look up and i see Heaven, you look down and you
see Hell. And as you bow your head to pray, just remember,
you are above me.

I like being alone
I hate being lonely

I like being quiet
I hate to not be heard

I like being a wallflower
I hate not being seen

I like being alive
But god, oh god
I hate this life

and his face
is much like
any other
faceless face
but his mind—
oh darling,
but his mind is
*enigmatic

sardines they are funny very small and thin
living in the dark locked inside a tin
they must be rather stupid  where they want to hide
locked up in a can when the key is left outside

will they ever learn to stay out in the sea
not to hide in tins where they cant break free

there are these moments
these moments of pure delirium
that happen as you wake from a dream
when everything around you
seems like its alien
as if its all still part of the fantasy
and you are bewildered
right up until the alarm sounds
directly in your ******* ear
and shatters the illusion
but insomnia is what happens
when you just cant sleep
you are not allowed to dream
or to have peace from the insane
quibbling of the thoughts
that have miniature wars
inside your head
this is when delirium becomes reality
when you can no longer
distinguish imagination from truth
you are a slave to a perpetual
waking nightmare from which
you cant escape
i am a zombie now
i am delirium itself
i feel like i am watching myself
like my life is some ****** sitcom on TV
and i all i want to do is change the channel
but i cant
i just wish i could fast forward
to the part where i finally
find peace

Places that once had names
changed by wind and rain
and sun and shifting sands
once mapped and framed
bad lands claim
dry bones.

Desert meets sky
   and rivers run dry
and road is lost
    to all who try
to find their way
    to shining pools
of silver lies
    miraged below
forgetful skies.

Days go past in time lapsed
skies changing fast to black
to red to blue to white
and back again
to no end
in sight.

r ~ 4/7/14