7/11/11
I'm saying goodbye to that
sinking
slinking
staring at the clock feeling
of expecting and projecting
then cursing the ending in every which way.
I'm waving so long to the
nighttime
everlong
pulsing pounds of threadbare ceilings
absorbing tocks as seconds die
and my heart stops
then starts
alarmed
moved to gray and black
in tracks along snow
or a railroads under
twinkling seas of lights
and waves
crashes
lashes blinking slow
roll in the reigns before
something screeches and sparks
a fuse
explodes over sheets of piano tunes
splattering the rooftops while
fireflies light on...
The darkness even harsher now
with a love light gone
that's why this hand holds a pocket
No fingers but my own.
No fingers but my own.
