you sleep.
awake. these eyes stare into the thick wall of fog
surrounding the building.
the city has vanished
into pixelated water drops floating by my window-
there is no way out.
you sleep.
awake. these eyes watch a whole season of Skins-
Tony was hit by a truck-
season finale.
no solution,
no way out.
you sleep.
you are not here, but you are in your bed sleeping
and dreaming,
or possibly just stage 4 sleeping
with no intervals of florescent scenes-
it is no matter.
i am far away, reeling
in my bedroom
which is deceiving in name alone.
you sleep.
I lie awake, night peering. night scheming. night dreaming
with eyes wide and white and ready
for a new lover to come and call.
although the story doesn't behove us all
and maybe it's not a lover I seek at all
but some collection of contentment
to make steady eyes grow weary
under the heavy potion of security
that could come with drowsy resolutions,
but never will come.
at least not
for me.
Jun 6, 2010
Jun 6, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
you sleep.
awake. these eyes stare into the thick wall of fog
surrounding the building.
the city has vanished
into pixelated water drops floating by my window-
there is no way out.
you sleep.
awake. these eyes watch a whole season of Skins-
Tony was hit by a truck-
season finale.
no solution,
no way out.
you sleep.
you are not here, but you are in your bed sleeping
and dreaming,
or possibly just stage 4 sleeping
with no intervals of florescent scenes-
it is no matter.
i am far away, reeling
in my bedroom
which is deceiving in name alone.
you sleep.
I lie awake, night peering. night scheming. night dreaming
with eyes wide and white and ready
for a new lover to come and call.
although the story doesn't behove us all
and maybe it's not a lover I seek at all
but some collection of contentment
to make steady eyes grow weary
under the heavy potion of security
that could come with drowsy resolutions,
but never will come.
at least not
for me.
