Don't quite know what to think about these...

[hurricanespaz]

In perfect stillness

it all makes sense-
the veins popping in and out, jumping up
and down
jump ropes
of life spinning
around my bloody beating heart
then my eyes flutter-

gushing it seems (the noise
in the room): the clock ticking
the silence humming
the twitches of my muscles
washing over my skin
the tide here always
pushing bumps to the surface

pushing out and always
late-like when the moon glows
and I can see
my shadow.

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Part of the Equation

Sometimes it gets so lonely
that I can hear my walls whisper,
my heart thumping and the clock
ticking, the water bottle popping air
out
into the stillness.
(I can feel it push up)
My lonely heart-

it can grasp its blood-fingers
around your throat

while the water's dripping
while a strand of smoke floats
to the ceiling from it’s tray-
because it gets lonely,

with two empty chairs
in my possession.