shadows
are cast only in the wake of light
I said I would miss you
when I crawled into my bed…I’m in my bed now.
Feel the determination crumble
and dissipate like a dried leaf, kicked about in the cold autumn breeze. Set a fire, and inhale the smoke to supplement a sense of self. Down a glass, to put you to bed, as the seasons change, so must your priorities, your sense of comfort, your sources of energy. Now put the pen down […]
I cannot manage the issue at hand
my sheets are dampbut that chill is nothingcompared tothe specters of memoryand delusions grantedby the unintelligible desireI must cut this poem shortand close my eyesand try to sleepbefore grieftakes me over
My hair is still wet
from the showerI don’t remember takingafter a long day of movingand night of workingand smoking“it seems time is just passing me by”goes the early epithet
No rest
only the faint dissipatingbut piercingscent ofmango fleshand an emptiness emanatinga permeating sadnessis all my bed has to offer
a pair of elephants tucked ‘neath
the foot of my bedas visions of fancyrun through my head
That scene in the movie,
of the two kids dancing to arecord player on the beach intheir underwear by the fireunder the stars Reminded me of someone from earlier
involuntary metaphor mapping
“Fire is dangerous” so…
I’ll keep my socks onin my bedtonightbecause it’s coldand gas is expensiveand there aretoo many housesfor us allto sleep together
