When the homes were wearing
The shroud of 4am, I was forgetting
The glass oracle that carries
All of our coffins to receding galaxies.
I was forgetting the woman wearing
Diamonds I saw last night, standing
Beyond the empty street that lead to the park
Naked, and coiling like a snake on top
Of the body of some so lonely looking man.
I was forgetting the way, I then imagined
How the spittle swelled on her tongue
To drip to the cement then beyond cement,
To the shifting clay under foot.
In shroud of 4:01am, I was forgetting
The sleep routine of my lover drudging
To the door to bolt, then stopping to look
Down at me, lost in the some snake skin
Husk of me; creating poems not to by eyed
By porcelain birds that shatter like
Wineglasses on the marble floor
Of my dream home.
In the light of 5:03am I woke
After forgetting how
The attractive force of earth
Has a hold on everything I got
To the roof, feeling the sharpness
Of sandpaper shingles, and stepped
Out, finally taken back by a conclusion,
When my body was grasped by gravity
And thrown to the gravel, breaking
Both ankles.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:50 AM UTC
When the homes were wearing
The shroud of 4am, I was forgetting
The glass oracle that carries
All of our coffins to receding galaxies.
I was forgetting the woman wearing
Diamonds I saw last night, standing
Beyond the empty street that lead to the park
Naked, and coiling like a snake on top
Of the body of some so lonely looking man.
I was forgetting the way, I then imagined
How the spittle swelled on her tongue
To drip to the cement then beyond cement,
To the shifting clay under foot.
In shroud of 4:01am, I was forgetting
The sleep routine of my lover drudging
To the door to bolt, then stopping to look
Down at me, lost in the some snake skin
Husk of me; creating poems not to by eyed
By porcelain birds that shatter like
Wineglasses on the marble floor
Of my dream home.
In the light of 5:03am I woke
After forgetting how
The attractive force of earth
Has a hold on everything I got
To the roof, feeling the sharpness
Of sandpaper shingles, and stepped
Out, finally taken back by a conclusion,
When my body was grasped by gravity
And thrown to the gravel, breaking
Both ankles.
