...just one of many
Screaming for the possibilities to be endless
the pain of unwanted flowers
they pour out of my eye lids
like bees in the rain
I dress in autumn
like the way I awoke
in autumn foliage
the day before
seasonal bliss out weighs my cravings
my cravings for disaster
a new box of grey openings and gateways
a firm grasp on what is not reality
can you still make me cough?
can you still make me bleed?
can you carve your name on my chest
like you did two blue whistles ago
screaming for the words to jump out of my paper
and into your pupils
I caught a glimpse of what was real yesterday
I forgot what it was like today
sugar, needles, gum-drops, and syrup
this is what I fed myself with
this is what I entered that door with that day
the phone must ring
to welcome you back
just so I can piss in your mouth
and in your hair
this is an angry form of what was real
I wake up now in your foliage