the bed is nestled in disarray puffed and creased and folded
all off kilter mattresses scratched up air pad
nightstand bruised by rings of white where water collected
laptop pushing yellow light weakly through the red currant smoke
its warm and inviting your face is tingling and a soft smile lurks.
the trip and walking in the storm
in the rain neither wet nor dry
skin neither hot nor cold but feeling
something smooth and searing pushing on the brain
fierce winds and acute awareness
a new phase an evolution a transformation
it flings you up but pulls you down
to that sleepy groove in the shade.
dead leaves on the windowsill and the silhouette of leaves
cast on the fading white wood and the wind
***** the torn up mesh a broken insect screen slashed up
stuck with my head in the blur and the sizzling haze
there's still sound in the skies.
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC
the bed is nestled in disarray puffed and creased and folded
all off kilter mattresses scratched up air pad
nightstand bruised by rings of white where water collected
laptop pushing yellow light weakly through the red currant smoke
its warm and inviting your face is tingling and a soft smile lurks.
the trip and walking in the storm
in the rain neither wet nor dry
skin neither hot nor cold but feeling
something smooth and searing pushing on the brain
fierce winds and acute awareness
a new phase an evolution a transformation
it flings you up but pulls you down
to that sleepy groove in the shade.
dead leaves on the windowsill and the silhouette of leaves
cast on the fading white wood and the wind
***** the torn up mesh a broken insect screen slashed up
stuck with my head in the blur and the sizzling haze
there's still sound in the skies.
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