It’s like throwing shit in a hole endlessly
To feel better about losing
Someone you love
Relearn the purpose
Spelunking for the duty
Treasure hunting for my anchor
Blood drains from the face
Toothache at the stale root
Sugar on my tongue
Someone cut my left arm off?
Midnight in the night
An inevitable glare
Of the floor staring back
Into your eyes inspecting
The color of your mind
And if you’re feeling thirsty
T’was only twice virtually
No figments of our bodies
Drifting away like kites
A rock or two to hold us down
It’s darker than usual
Really kind of horrid fragments
Playing with possibilities
Laying upside down in bed
Bamboo tapping at the window
Sounds like the dog getting up
Dried flowers in my
Great-grandmothers favorite book
Though it hurts, the everlastings still smell lovely
© GÄ
Poétique 