5-24-18
Do you think the pain could dig holes,
Holes so deep, I could take them
And remove you from your sleep,
Where you lay
With the earthen tones.
Do you think I could dig myself
A set of sheets
Right next to you,
But half a world away?
Do you think the world would cave,
From the emptiness
I could create
With my fingernails
And a shovel?

Slashing at the surface,
And Im asking you,
To tell me why I deserve it,
And why I spend my days
Downstream,
And fuck sleep,
And I can't seem to see a day
That's certain,
Where I'll be,
And I'm not certain,
About the trees
Or the filtered screens
Or about the freckles
Surrounding your teeth,
Anymore.
And I'm porous
And so fucking hollow,
I'm drained, on E.
I ask nobody to follow,
No candid photos,
Nobody knows this
But I quit.

Vines grow in my room,
In my dreams
I'm more than a tool,
More than what they put
To use,
And what to use?
When the world is pain
Followed by excuse.
The green wraps around me,
I try to breathe it all mellow,
And I want to lose myself
In chlorophyll.
I want cigarettes with the windows down,
And I miss
All those summer nights
With the lights on.
Was it simpler then?
Do I crash my own party,
Pour water on the computer
And set fire to the wire?

The bulb still swings strokes
Paints us a sky
With its lights on.
Is this enough?
And is this all there is,
Am i stuck here in this place
For so much longer
When I get out,
I won't begin?
⁃ (m.m)