I can't bare to stare at this stranger anymore.

Door left ajar,
swarms of honeybees sneaking in
seeping in and
I'm sleeping in.

Sinking into grass
remembered only by some awful smell,
never placed
yet still, I linger.

Rusty compliments drying out my throat

Tobacco fields replace valleys of grass
and letters pleading for his girls to come home
reveal a man exposing sleeves-
"Come join me!"

An apple rotting, shut away too long, not a single bite missing.

I went and took a nap out in the woods,
and let a blanket made of leaves drown me
with sinking stones of nothing, ravished sea
descending towards a stomach, betraying deeds.

I almost caught a gust of wind, maybe
spilling through cracked fingers, escaping- seen
near spying hairs, then simply sticking here.  
Palms open - arms outstretched.
I shook hands with nothing, its weight crushing.

Tripping over pinecones, understood
by suffocating air between my foot
and strewn upon the concrete: you
mistaking it for woods that we once knew.

I saw a bird skip up this dying tree
singing to the simple sullied sky,
catching wind under its broken wings.
Palms open - arms outstretched
carried by nothing.

When every single night, this clockwork chimes...
simply said I can’t meet my own eyes
for fear of crypts where restless crickets lie,
their ceaseless praying stretching on
till dawn.  

Air thick
suffocating between sheets and mattress,
stones still sinking, carelessly caught by
Palms open - arms outstretched
begging for nothing in particular.

So I took a nap out in the woods today,
my palms open - arms outstretched
suffocated by nothing, but the hugging air
like some stuffed animal I grew up with,
painted with prideful grime.

I could never hate
anyone as much
as myself

I took a nap in the woods,
letting blankets of leaves
drown sinking stones
in my stomach.

I almost caught
a gust of wind:
spilling through cracked fingers,
simply sticking to my hair.
Palms open - arms outstretched
I shook hands
with nothing,
its weight crushing
me.

Tripping over pinecones
with blue stained eyes,
air suffocating between
shoe and concrete.

Bird skips up a tree trunk
singing to the sky,
catching wind under
its wings.
Palms open - arms outstretched
carried by nothing.

Every single night
like clockwork...
staring at eyelids
sealed shut.
Crypts for restless crickets
praying from 2 am to 6.



Air thick
suffocating between
sheets and mattress,
stones sinking.
Palms open - arms outstretched
begging for nothing
in particular.

Just sleep.

So I took a nap
in the woods today
Palms open - arms outstretched
suffocated by nothing,
hugging air
like the stuffed animal
I grew up with,
painted with prideful grime.

Foreign flecks float past pupils.
Disappeared plodding pastimes
lost to careless childhood.

Venetian blinds slanting goodbye.
Concrete clings to temples,
eyelids vacuumed shut--

Tired.
Tire treadmarks track testaments
to this languid laziness.  
Spitting passion flakes into melted butter
hardened in the fridge

Let me melt.
Sink simply.

Poressely placing precedence,
burdened backs break
under pressure of
heavy nothingness.

Apathetic apples plucked
just out of reach.

Follow those foreign flecks floating
in your peripheral.

Daunting, Doting,
Don’t

Give up.
Look up.

As dusk sets on this pasture
somehow a burger wrapper manages to find its way back home.
This sense of vapid euphoria sets in among the cows,
as they all gather to greet their brethren...
So different in form,
yet it's as if the farmer never took him away
in the first place.

And as I sit at this desk
under a parade of fluorescent lights,
I can't help but be ushered down the hallways of my mind.

Life cycles, yet is a burger any less of a cow?

Now I can greet the trashcan with a new found sense of kinship.

They've invented these glasses
(it's really quite extraordinary)
which allow colorblind people to see hues beyond their imagination.  
Suddenly you're watching this world shift before you,
all with a simple switch of perspective.

Now, I've never been in love
but I'd like to think it's a lot like finally watching the sunset
in all it's chromatic glory.
All the while inquiring whether that's really what orange looks like...
and wow, I'd honestly pictured blue so differently.

Completely lost, yet totally found.