Monday, January 13, 2014

Southern Comfort and God Is An Astronaut

It is after midnight
and I am up drinking
alone
while the house sleeps
and I put on music
to try and force words from me
the right words
a way to capture all this
frustration and sadness
and confusion and melancholia.
Those are just words
they can't bottle any of it.
I can't help coming off sounding trite.
Oh, fuck. Screaming.
Lives move on and time continues to pass
but how could it when I'm still stuck.
Won't someone please
please
reach back and help me
I just can't keep up.
I'm so tired.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Tired

There is a resident in my head
A mirror reflecting what I need
Awake while I'm sleeping
Asleep when I'm waking
Comforting me
By existing
Communicating silently
Keeping my soul warm
When I'm
So cold.
Now it's
My turn to
Sleep.

Saturday, January 4, 2014

my bulb burns out quickly

there's a light in the kitchen
in the ceiling fan
that takes these special bulbs
four of them
and one bulb always blows
shortly after being replaced.
it's in the same spot
every time
and i'm sure there's a good reason
for this
and maybe you're reading this
and you know
but i don't
and i'm too lazy to find out
but it shines so bright
for a short amount of time
and then one day
i'll turn it on and sadly
it doesn't all light up
and it casts a partial light
on the room below
and i don't want to be there
anymore
because the room just isn't the same
everything suddenly feels different
until i find a new bulb
and the cycle starts
again.