kisses
i'm
putting kisses in my pocket
because i'm
afraid i'll never feel
your skin against my lips
anymore.
so i spend the nights crying,
wasting away
to oceans on stark sheets,
eyes empty
and black and searching no more.
when i wake up,
you're somewhere else.
just like i knew,
like i said,
like i expected.
i reach into my pocket for a kiss.
Four.
They hang on the corners like handles. Garish and unapologetic. A split circle sandwich.
Dust bunched up around the base of crude cartilage coins. A pair of sand coloured seals frame where the back wall ends and the ears begin.
Consuming sound like predatory plants consume prey. Waves fall into the holes and slowly decompose.
Words bounce about the building like balls. Energy expressed in intonation. The concepts change with the stars. Friends. Careers. Hopes. Fears. Hearts. Spears.
They treat all of it equally. It's just food after all.
Don’t Hit On Twenty
Begin;
Supplied supplies rely on swapping dope for dolla bills.
Three times delinquent determine when brain blood spills.
Booming lightening strikes, after a flash of thunder.
Survival on the streets derive dealers to gunners.
Again;
Debt due don't dismiss, thus delinquency doubles, so dopey dope deviants best duck down and cover.
Definitely don't desire delivery of debtor's dead daughter to be discovered.
--The End--
Thrice is tough. The testable limits terminated, torrential teary eyes puff.
Bated to distinguish, no mere words are not enough.
Dealt a King with his Jack, but greed made him bust,
Now the King's cash is ash and the Joker's life is dust.
Insomnia
I don't bother fluffing my pillow anymore.
The depression in the curvature of my pillow is deeper than any sleep I've had in years.
I lay still staring at nothingness in the dark,
because changing sides is a practice long abandoned.
I watch the night mature.
I watch as it gives birth to dawn, and then dies;
only to be reborn again.
Oh, but to me it isn't night.
It's morning without light.
