Green, eco-friendly listing of interest
Three a.m waterfalls spill from our mouths as we
stroke
the engine of our egos
in the quiet of the morning over the
rush of running water.
Waterfalls of smoke that pour into the air
and collect in pools of grey and blue,
our eyes stealing glances of consolation
from the streaked
reflections in chrome
faucets.
Reflections of yourself, sitting in the sink, grasping at theories beyond
and beneath you;
consumed with the vanity of logic.
My throat aches, the air is thick and placid.
Connection, connection, connection.
Refracting light burns holes in my shoes, your shirt, our dreams. Tears through them with the force of reality, smashing it's way, splashing into the open. Spilling over the faux marble countertops and onto the dirty tile floor, puddling in isolated fragments like so many people we know but will never become, words of meaning(lessness?) are ejected and misunderstood. Pillars of "maybe this time it will work" are built and burned, curtaining off voids that would otherwise spread, a five and a half minute hallway of the mind.