breathing death
she approached me
i need to sleep alone i willed
you will never sleep again she baulked
lay with me and die
you will not rise
blank slate
slate blanket
a sleeping concrete dream
there’s a poem in here somewhere
i grew sick of hiding behind the lense
so i started lying when in front of it
i have so many sins to confess
and so many of them
are you
poetry is easy
its living a life worth writing about that’ll kill you
fed
fuck
give
gave, up.
I’ve seldom felt so Spanish
so classic and rich
as I have here tonight
on 10$ wine
and a few sardines
branches bent
hours pass
i wish for sleep
i wish for your company,
with the one exception that you never show up
and the sun never sets
trying to measure the time since ive seen you
its just so long
so high
so wide
so vast
and so free of crumbs in the bed, candies in the couch and your god damn toenails
its just been too long
where could i possibly go to
to escape all of this
life?
zebrasindenver 