it's oh so quiet, shhh, shhhh, it's oh so still, shhh, shhh
It's 12:05 and who is still awake? Me and my cigarettes. Alone again, together...me and my self destructive cancer causing friends staring at a drizzly sky.
Once I saw stars turn into a Van Gogh painting. They all had dotted lines emanating from their centers and blurred together in multicolor harmony. Later the dust specks turned into rainbows too. I thought I would write 50 poems about those 10 hours, but all I came up with is this: Nothingness. Emptiness. Absense. Vortex. Stars. I guess I really was floating in space, or spaced out if you will, and I was the starstuff.
Once I saw stars turn into a Van Gogh painting. They all had dotted lines emanating from their centers and blurred together in multicolor harmony. Later the dust specks turned into rainbows too. I thought I would write 50 poems about those 10 hours, but all I came up with is this: Nothingness. Emptiness. Absense. Vortex. Stars. I guess I really was floating in space, or spaced out if you will, and I was the starstuff.