I cannot see for the fog
Only the massive outline
Sick and grey around the edges
The good and bad
The safety zone
Where they don’t let you
Taste your own tears, or
Fall on your knees, and
Thrust your arms to the vacant sky
Your eye woke me up
From a dream the other night
Upon the definite suture of time
That connects a second to another-
That is alarm
A tasteless substance
That is why I want to put it out,
The fire of your blazing window
For I cannot translate
The language of your eye.
I have followed it
Like a glowing orb in the night time
Not too close
Then I would exhaust it.
What message do you carry for me?
How to live? Laugh? Love?
Well I might just listen
Because I’m clinging on to my past
With such stale static
But the party is well over
And the young have gone home
Please don’t turn up your noses at me
Or confiscate my ratty blanket.
You remind me
Of all I lacked
The phrases I couldn’t string together
The beautiful aura I couldn’t pick up on
Because a strange feeling has come over me
And I don’t know what it is, only that
They’ll find it in my autopsy
One of these days.