Thoughts drained of intelligence.
All of it splayed on the sidewalk
For bikes to run over, for feet to crush.
Rain melts into the cracks
And the sun is painted gold for the night.
Wind whips the air outside
And hot tears roll tracks over my nose
Creating shapes on my pillow
For the world to see
But for me to hide.
Numbness in my arms.
Language jumbled.
Control is a world away.
Universe
Eyes are red and tired
But the lock on joy is rusting
Chains slowly break apart
As others constrict suddenly.
Breath is squeezed from my lungs
And black surrounds my face
Letting the painted sun sink
Without notice.

8/31/09