Monthly Archives: November 2012
A car wreck,
Some child’s eyes reading my soul,
Then walking away.
Sirens sweating my subconscious,
But no one around to document how I toss and turn
I usually have to trip over a curb,
Or be bothered by a fly
For my thoughts to rise
And be released into my opened eyes.
How come, cigarette comes first to mind?
Fragments of dreams soaking in my hangover swamp,
Conversations I wanted to remember, all faded last night,
Among the ice in my glass…
Mirrors in my world are the most selfish objects;
Often frightening and always changing…
Over the years I seem to have acquired the threshold of an ashtray
When it comes to pain,
But at the peaks of highs,
Or curled below in the lowest of lows,
I’m more like a painting on the wall,
Perhaps a painting of an ashtray.
I have poked through the remains of battles,
For a moment’s smoke, a friendly face…
Over the years, forgetting has been the greatest task.
Sincerity surrounds my sins,
Wrongdoings that mother will never know.
“Help Us Put An End to Mental Illness.”
Hospital’s came home,
Closed my eyes, and naked nurses ran one hell of a show,
In the four corners of my boredom…
Mother was not to blame.
Carried by care and concerned for a cure,
We will meet every now and then, some scattered nights,
When we die our temporary deaths.