someone important to me once said
that as a writer
he always needs to do something with his hands
and thats why he smokes
maybe i just want to see what it feels like
to survive a forest fire
or set myself on edge
or maybe my lungs crave experience
the feeling of something that isnt oxygen
they might get tired of the same old thing
maybe their exhaustion has just spread
throughout my whole entire body
i get the feeling that sometimes you stir and smile in your sleep
sometimes you are thinking about the wedding band on my finger
i wonder if you ever get the urge to move it a finger over
i coax my reality into a state of calmness by reassuring it with silly dreams
and words
i think would feel good being whispered out of your mouth
i havent met a single person
that wished they could be in control of someone else's lips
instead we just press them to our own
and whisper sweet words
and shift the mood of the emotion calendar
pack me in a suitcase
and if i die before we reach our destination
of sprawling castles and empty dialect
at least my dreams were above the clouds
but because i hate planes so much
they were probably curled up in a puddle of *****
"at least i was with you,"
they will exchange soft words as they sift
on a messy bed
trying to reach a comfortable state
of being
and mind
and pulse life into one another again
maybe they will even
attempt some work on me
look at how bright your future is
they whisper
as they hold me steady in front of a moving train
i cant see anymore i cant see anymore
it is impossible to thrash
are they taunting me? are they raining on my parade?
are they are they are they?
would they would they
would they?
their grips are like the blood pressure machine
stop squirming, you *******
you useless human flesh
havent you realised i've inhabited other minds before?
i know what theirs looks like
oh yes
inside and out
nobody is as fragile as you are
through every wire
every twist and turn you try to sneak past me with
nobody so blessed so beautiful
curl up and breathe life
into my brain
my bones should automatically respond
i will stretch i will stretch
i am like a dog on a cold morning in a warm bed
with someone who radiates love toward him
i will twitch my tail and
dance like a spring
when you creak off of the bed
and i will follow you
into the dismal day