Silence
Drain this tool from the second source
While childhood's dust hold me up to the
Blue glow.
Glue back
The pieces of my severed connections
Together
With tears, blood, sweat, saliva, vomit, and agony.
My God...
Beautiful lady
You've aged so gracefully
And it's been so long
Since my last connection.
You're so white on the inside...
And I long to kiss you
From the inside.
Come ghost, come
Lie in this bed with me.
Nap with trouble
While cool cotton covers caress cold corpses
You mourn my EXexISTENCE
And I embrace
Me.
Unfamiliar pillows
Cushion familiarity
While the foam and plastic hugs your skull
Feeding me
Every picture I hear...
And every sound I see...
In the middle of a black candlelit night
With Trouble and Serenity
As the perfect bedmates
For a marvelous night's sleep.
(Written December 2, 2003)
