The world is bored with the grey on your eyelids.
Floating down to cover us in an avalanche of despair.
Those tearing blacks that rip through your eyes when they shut.
Filling your soul in the soup of soured dreams.
Stewed and stuffed in our age of apathy.
It grows weary.
It spins and turns over, melting the poles and freezing the pacific to see where the birds will fly to at winter.
Or if they fly at all.
Dizzied and covered in the flakes of sorrow you proffer.
Give us the rains. Ones to wash away the rainbow hue of a dream that never flew.
Take it from us like an ice cream from a child.
This notion of static. The none moving motion you freeze yourself in.
Cracked like the world’s crust, oozing like the yoke of birth.
Seal your eyelids with the starry saliva of the angels.
Who whisper times of change as they lick at your ear.

Remembering myself

These days wash through me like the rain.
As this greying world fades.
Earth descending. Blurring off on the horizon.
The winter chill lingers over my future like an old man’s grip.
Choking me into anonymity.
Freezing the hope in my lungs.
How many times must I travel to the lighthouse?
Climbing the rocks that make my feet and heart bleed.
Insurmountable despondency. Wrapped in a sold version of existence.
The reins and remains of the day fall loose in my palm.
Sweating in the fear of losing all I have, and all I will ever be.
Clocking the years as they hurry through me like ghosts on a train.
Feeling like a stranger in my own life.


Waking up under.
Blinking to, shutting out the light.
All this talk about love, despite the things I tell you.
Diving down into dark wonder, awakening those things that never sleep.
Like mean bats eating moths, these thoughts in my head gather and disseminate.
The good ones are nearly dead.
With the coming storm, the rains of the deep. The belly of this beast.
They’re muddled in their intent, their self-proactive despondence.
But the storm surprises, the hail brings you back to me.
Quietening the earthquake of my soul. Soothing the monsters in the dark.
Those subterranean doubts and needless whispers. Like a poisoned spider.
The rain is like you; everywhere. Washing away the grey.
Shutting down the gloom and stripping the world you will live in.
Covering the cave for eternity.