like smoke but no cigarette
only the buzz of the radiator fills my mind
a fever dream the color of raw flesh
under parts peeled from cuticles
a haze of memories
soaked in sludgy glue and paper machéd together, a new skull cap
I don't know you -- or I do?
many days I've spent with you but
your eyes are now parts of the ocean
I have not seen
the voice rattles in my chest but
it is not mine -- or is it?
I never know these days
messages I don't remember sending
nothing is real
smiles I don't remember receiving
nothing is real
everything is fine
I'm not going crazy but if I was
I wouldn't remember.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:03 PM UTC
like smoke but no cigarette
only the buzz of the radiator fills my mind
a fever dream the color of raw flesh
under parts peeled from cuticles
a haze of memories
soaked in sludgy glue and paper machéd together, a new skull cap
I don't know you -- or I do?
many days I've spent with you but
your eyes are now parts of the ocean
I have not seen
the voice rattles in my chest but
it is not mine -- or is it?
I never know these days
messages I don't remember sending
nothing is real
smiles I don't remember receiving
nothing is real
everything is fine
I'm not going crazy but if I was
I wouldn't remember.
