I AM A WEIGHTLESS BODY

I am a weightless body

Forged from fire and ice

On an astral plane

That leaves me

When I'm unconscious

Only to quietly return again

And crawl into me

My flesh-hammock-chrysalis

I morph when clouds

Pour over the heavens

When the strident rays

Have all gone to bed

Wings birthed from

Dust covered eyes

And silent slumber

Flying past these walls

That enforce their limits

But I am not trapped

Like others

In their weary heads

TICKING CLOCKS

I hear the clock ticking softly

The ceaseless clicks against the moving hands

But everything is louder in the silence

When your eyes are closed

And you're in your bed

A soundless night is a foolish notion

As a poet

I know these riotous cheers by name

These thoughts are harsher than a movie

Unfathomable for me to never feel a thing

Last night I dreamed about you darling

In a picture-reel played out by ghosts

We died entwined one somber morning

The ticking clock had finally broke