II.
my right now
is charcoal gray
smudged over beautiful today
pink turned black
raining
i bled back to white
torn paper heart
stained light gray
a long goodbye kiss to this world
im like a city with no people
a field of muddied rocks
a lonely drained pond
empty clouds that
offer nothing
here i am
envious of the stars in their beautiful tonight
III.
tarnished like the coffee pot of a shut-in's apartment
reused by the same dirty hands I wrap myself up in
like a blanket of barbs
and a pillow of broken glass
handmade by the ones who loved me and left me
the ones I loved and left
like the book I bend at the spine
and take in the tub
knowing the steam weakens its glue
because I need company
eventually pages fall out and ink runs off
dripping onto a sheet only strong enough to hold the weight of one
Tigers and red labels roar after me
waking me from a light sleep
shaking me from tender daydreams
let me rest
like your finest piece of china
reserved for special company that never comes
let me rest
like the dusty pen of a blocked writer
take your tigers and leave me be
like the spring wildflowers of a high moutain meadow
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