I am the patron saint of lost eyelashes
of foggy cloudless minds
and faded neon piping
of the Ocean's Retreat
of blown out birthday candles
when the wish-maker
never intended.
I am the patron saint of loose boards
creaking and rattling
skeletons
mere shadows of
past grandeur
and the wind quickens
and the light magnifies
and sensation multiplies
but the numbness maintains its steady and resolute path onwards
into the dark coils of the future.
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
I am the patron saint of lost eyelashes
of foggy cloudless minds
and faded neon piping
of the Ocean's Retreat
of blown out birthday candles
when the wish-maker
never intended.
I am the patron saint of loose boards
creaking and rattling
skeletons
mere shadows of
past grandeur
and the wind quickens
and the light magnifies
and sensation multiplies
but the numbness maintains its steady and resolute path onwards
into the dark coils of the future.
