Observe your situations...
Christmas songs combine with running water
---Don't want the pipes to freeze.
I watch the webs of spiders older than me,
The photograph of a boy long dead looks down upon me
---Would have been my father's uncle.
I lie in the bed of one dead person and another half gone;
Cold outside, and I still feel the wine in my temples.
I crossed mountains and weather to get here,
Days have passed and nights since I can sleep.
---Post this on livejournal in the morning.
I'm tired. I think I can finally sleep.
---If only she would turn off that light...
As she turns it off, all is dark
---my ink blends with the night.
I saw ice today and tried to not slip.
I'm tired. I think I can finally sleep.
---So I pull out my notebook, and,
the pen that flows.
Lonely as I am, I never want to feel...
The blood. The wine. It's drink. It's love.
It's sleep.