Waking Reach

come waking blink,
will you flip over and
feel for silicone
or wake to
face me?

maybe you’ll just ask me
to reach over your
warmth for it,
just for you..

seein’ as it’s too dark
and dense in here
for any bright
to slip thru,

wouldn’t want to reach
yourself, for heart
may touch me,

i miss you more than
i-phone would have
you believe.

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-A-Cell-Phone-Relatonship/691568/3741348/view

image: https://macreports.com/fix-dead-iphone/

Lift the Ceiling

slippin’ from dream to
dream no wakin’ idea
what they mean..

or if grave’s ceiling ever
plans to lift up
just a bit,

i need some new air and
every window’s
sleeping,

need to take the edge off
with a walk to roof’s
ledge..

to lift up grave’s
ceiling.

image: https://saudi.souq.com/sa-en/3d-broken-hole-planet-ceiling-decorative-wall-painting-pvc-removable-wall-sticker-69870447/i/

image: https://www.lowes.com/n/how-to/fix-painting-mistakes

Drunk on Think

i think i need less things
and less thinking

and maybe less thinking
about things..

ya know?

thinking about all time’s
worthless things that
demand further
thinking
..

maybe i need fewer lazy
comfort drinks beggin’
me to drink ’em
..

but when i’m not drinking
i’m thinking about things
that make me wish i
was drinking,

then i just go and drink
cause i’m so tired n’
weak from over
thinking.

image: https://arturo1219.tumblr.com/

image: https://violasong.tumblr.com/post/150593600535/flowers-in-beer-bottle-acrylic-on-canvas

Salad Fingers in My Sockets

i’m grating on someone
or something til all’s gone
or pretty close to
nothing

but that’s not
really true,

pay no mind, carrot will still join
tossed greens just spread out
and over rather than as
a lone stick,

hangin’ on at end of life’s string
spared my salad fingers’
pincer grip.

image: https://debbiejohnsonartist.wordpress.com/2011/03/02/tossed-salad-won-the-prize/

image: https://giphy.com/gifs/salad-fingers-saladfingers-11-7XuTO3v1yM3Usm7nn6

a lone poem

i feel my most at home,
when i’m at home
and alone
..

in my home, where i already know
that i’m invisible and
know so little
..

once company offered herself
as a carrot chained to
glitzy string

and rationed kindness like i
was fat kid begging
for his pez
..

and frankly, that’s not a very
rosy feelin’ when i know i
could be feelin’ my
most at home
..

all alone.

tho lonesome still rattles
heart’s door open
like a poem.

image: https://www.artmajeur.com/en/koszoadam/artworks/12188084/loneliness

image: https://fineartamerica.com/art/paintings/middle+of+nowhere

Messy Festers (the Unlovable Lover)

gettin’ lit up and writin’
lame rhymes with
eyes stapled
shut,

and i’ll unfriend most
of the world outside
but not my little
pet

not ’cause i’m unfriendly
or don’t fancy
pests,

i’m biggest one, tho i
pretend to like
me best,

still clueless to which
side’s my best,

maybe it’s the whole
fuckin’ mess.

image: https://www.saatchiart.com/print/Painting-Interior-161-Big-mess/95942/6555521/view

image: https://www.pinterest.ca/pin/464855992772203045/