seconds
ticking
tick-tick
flip-flop
ti-
tick-
ticking.
poking at me,
c o a x i n g me
to move:
stand up, get out, be, hear, see, do,
everything's right in front of you!
those two
idle hands
should be crafting a cat's cradle of cathartic creation…
but easy comfort
in apathetic
nothing,
in slowly
being e n v e l o p e d
cuddled back into, back into, back into my bed of
blank…
slate, blank mind, blank hands.
blankets covering a blank stare at a blank ceiling.
smothering the murmurs
of the matador
in
my
chest,
I s l i d e into a hazy half-dream.
the light slips past,
going home with the sun
and listening to
lunar lullabies,
I
sigh & hum
slinking
into yawns
excusing myself for d r a g g i n g
tiredness
pulling on my strings.
sinking,
sinking
into sulking.
staying
to sit
in sadness,
sinking.
ticking
ticking
t i c k i n g
TOCK
the blocking of
my eyes,
ears,
hands,
feet,
heart
stymied by my own will.
and it will
continue
for
e t e r n i t i e s
of absolutely
arbitrary
nothing.
expect for cookies.
I will pledge my honor to soak up all sweetness so that my bones might
rot
faster,
sinking,
weighting,
wearing,
tearing,
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
.
spiraling out faster,
sinking
into another
sinkhole
black void of destruction
*******
the color
the dimension
of
me
into the next bed
dungeon
for sleep,
dreaming of
sinking:
plummeting past plumes of poisoned plum trees
plop perched atop an immobile glass-sealed sea
yet,
I
sink
in –
apathy.
Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
seconds
ticking
tick-tick
flip-flop
ti-
tick-
ticking.
poking at me,
c o a x i n g me
to move:
stand up, get out, be, hear, see, do,
everything's right in front of you!
those two
idle hands
should be crafting a cat's cradle of cathartic creation…
but easy comfort
in apathetic
nothing,
in slowly
being e n v e l o p e d
cuddled back into, back into, back into my bed of
blank…
slate, blank mind, blank hands.
blankets covering a blank stare at a blank ceiling.
smothering the murmurs
of the matador
in
my
chest,
I s l i d e into a hazy half-dream.
the light slips past,
going home with the sun
and listening to
lunar lullabies,
I
sigh & hum
slinking
into yawns
excusing myself for d r a g g i n g
tiredness
pulling on my strings.
sinking,
sinking
into sulking.
staying
to sit
in sadness,
sinking.
ticking
ticking
t i c k i n g
TOCK
the blocking of
my eyes,
ears,
hands,
feet,
heart
stymied by my own will.
and it will
continue
for
e t e r n i t i e s
of absolutely
arbitrary
nothing.
expect for cookies.
I will pledge my honor to soak up all sweetness so that my bones might
rot
faster,
sinking,
weighting,
wearing,
tearing,
s
i
n
k
i
n
g
.
spiraling out faster,
sinking
into another
sinkhole
black void of destruction
*******
the color
the dimension
of
me
into the next bed
dungeon
for sleep,
dreaming of
sinking:
plummeting past plumes of poisoned plum trees
plop perched atop an immobile glass-sealed sea
yet,
I
sink
in –
apathy.
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