The inseparable image between who you might be and who you showed me
and the inseparable image of things said and things done and the questions,
self posed, so selfish, so vain and involved ask yourself
"why me?" in case you didn't know you did it to yourself
and I wonder where you are, and Los Angeles is sunny?
Shoot, man, I hoped it'd be gloomy since you left me didn't leave me
when people leave they say "good-bye"
self posed, so selfish, so vain and involved ask yourself
"what did I do wrong?" I was only there where you left me hanging on your every word
unable to enjoy the scenery of those around me as they offer their surprised looks when I tell them
Life isn't what it's meant to be when people leave and Los Angeles is sunny?
Don't want to hear your name but I keep saying it, and I've been literally laughing in my sleep picturing places where we'd eat tacos and talk, no touching, just feeling and being
Drinking cheap beer with full flavour and catching you catching me and saying that I'm pretty
self posed, so selfish, so vain and involved ask yourself

Timid August rain hits my roof.
It’s cold and all the air's aloof.

But not warm, either.

The rain picks up and dies off often
beating shingles like fists on coffins.

Inconsistent, indecisive
Never mean but save the niceness.

Laying without motion.
No emotion, a resting ocean
Big and blue and deep with notions.

My breaths are natural,
spaced and quiet.
When I breathe in, it's like a diet.

Too hot for sheets; can't sleep exposed
Burning hands and nipped, ice toes

Trace my stomach with finger tips
Part the sea, my ****** lips.

Carving goosebumps on my forearms
Digging in to sever; no arms.

I’m not thinking but, my mind is full of thoughts.

I’m not dreaming, but not awake.

Not listening, but church bells ring.

My mouth's not dry, my cheeks aren't wet.

Memories I can't forget.

I am not here, but nowhere else
I am inside my own sad self.

I dreamt last night that you might love me.
That between the sheets were whispered words
Cradled verses.
Our tongues rolled like tiny boats on the highest tides
And when I let out bellowing laughs, you covered my mouth

I dreamt last night that you might need me.
That we drove for centuries in a lemon of a car
Just to get away.
We rolled the windows down in stormy, icy weather
And when I could not stay awake you let me sleep

Last night I cried so hard I thought my house shook and shifted from its base.
I felt no relief this morning.
I felt no freedom, no sighs escaped my heavy heart and sagging lungs.
Only longing, only wanting.
Only questions filled my mind.

Bed ridden

I dreamt last night that you were miserable.
I wasn't crying then.