Out across the distance,
they'll be knotting up loose ends
and taking names from strangers
like suggestions, fading into
sunrise friendships
Waiting room.
A dreary day.
Silence couched
in thumb-smeared detail
What they found
was fresh enough
to stop the gap
between smudged-out Fridays
To remove their ceilings.
To rip off old, dead scabs.
Listen, now, I'm not angry,
I only need some air.
I've bloodied hands against these walls
and I'm done doing all of my dying here
So pick me up at 9.
Let me leak into the night
and help me saw through my tethering lines.
Here in this apartment,
sit and simmer in the dark
and bevel out the edges
of a batch of nights 'til this one's
dulled out, hand-safe.
Waiting room.
An Autumn night
swiftly rose
beyond these four walls.
All I've got
are window panes
to lean my arms
and glance out at rainfall.
As it falls asleep and
snow flakes drop like old scabs
Listen, pal, I'm just hungry;
d'ya wanna grab a beer?
I've made fast friends with these four walls
but I'm done doing all of my dying here
Let me out into the night,
where the weather can't decide--
--between cold rain
and lazy, half-assed snow.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Out across the distance,
they'll be knotting up loose ends
and taking names from strangers
like suggestions, fading into
sunrise friendships
Waiting room.
A dreary day.
Silence couched
in thumb-smeared detail
What they found
was fresh enough
to stop the gap
between smudged-out Fridays
To remove their ceilings.
To rip off old, dead scabs.
Listen, now, I'm not angry,
I only need some air.
I've bloodied hands against these walls
and I'm done doing all of my dying here
So pick me up at 9.
Let me leak into the night
and help me saw through my tethering lines.
Here in this apartment,
sit and simmer in the dark
and bevel out the edges
of a batch of nights 'til this one's
dulled out, hand-safe.
Waiting room.
An Autumn night
swiftly rose
beyond these four walls.
All I've got
are window panes
to lean my arms
and glance out at rainfall.
As it falls asleep and
snow flakes drop like old scabs
Listen, pal, I'm just hungry;
d'ya wanna grab a beer?
I've made fast friends with these four walls
but I'm done doing all of my dying here
Let me out into the night,
where the weather can't decide--
--between cold rain
and lazy, half-assed snow.
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