You spoke to me again
I thought you were done visiting
But awoken, your form the cause to stir
Things have been different
Sometimes, just sometimes
I admit, the image
Of you disappears and I doubt
If you were real
Food tastes different
Trees grow strangely
People are boring
I think about
Where, or what
You are
When I died, my
Body seemed
So
Suffocating
I laughed more, at
Serious things
No pain in the
Hot or sharp
Do you live like exhaled cigarettes, silent and
Blending sick with winter breath?
I was adrift above the city
Same as smog, but heavy dropped and return
Forever, then
You must have kept on rising
Why continue to show self to
Me when there is nothing to be helped
On and gone accepted was a blessed dressing on stretched messy testing
Of mortal skin ripped many over?
Tap dancing the Morse message
On the sensitive ruby stillflow stream
That had loved you goodbye
Final
I love the nightwalks
With the ghouls and spirits
And giggling about what it
Is to be beyond
But the bond is a brain is a broken is a binding
Paper signing
To be a devil is a labor
When waging daily
War one wakes weary
I see why you don’t often
Come back but
“I will again”
Anticipation?
Tingle with the sensory tense
Of the Vanishers who
Smile in reflections half seen
And questioned
Slipping back into shadows
Of inner eyes
And thunder storms
Of the mind
Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 12:21 PM UTC
You spoke to me again
I thought you were done visiting
But awoken, your form the cause to stir
Things have been different
Sometimes, just sometimes
I admit, the image
Of you disappears and I doubt
If you were real
Food tastes different
Trees grow strangely
People are boring
I think about
Where, or what
You are
When I died, my
Body seemed
So
Suffocating
I laughed more, at
Serious things
No pain in the
Hot or sharp
Do you live like exhaled cigarettes, silent and
Blending sick with winter breath?
I was adrift above the city
Same as smog, but heavy dropped and return
Forever, then
You must have kept on rising
Why continue to show self to
Me when there is nothing to be helped
On and gone accepted was a blessed dressing on stretched messy testing
Of mortal skin ripped many over?
Tap dancing the Morse message
On the sensitive ruby stillflow stream
That had loved you goodbye
Final
I love the nightwalks
With the ghouls and spirits
And giggling about what it
Is to be beyond
But the bond is a brain is a broken is a binding
Paper signing
To be a devil is a labor
When waging daily
War one wakes weary
I see why you don’t often
Come back but
“I will again”
Anticipation?
Tingle with the sensory tense
Of the Vanishers who
Smile in reflections half seen
And questioned
Slipping back into shadows
Of inner eyes
And thunder storms
Of the mind