ice-blue mercury glow on my breath's fog
and sparkling in an arched urine stream.
i've never been mesmerized by a urine stream.
not until tonight that is.
LOOK UP
no stars.
hrmph.
LOOK DOWN
dew.
oak leaves.
leaves that i know should be burning red
but the mercury light has turned them a deep lavender
CRUNCH CRUNCH
how pleasing is this?
CRUNCH CRUNCH
chilling little night this is.
oh god, what is this night.
what are my coordinates
why is my spine…
CRUNCH CRUNCH
ZIP
BREATH
one year since my last breath of such cold air
i thought i'd be so frightened…
but it's never been so comforting
and the nostalgia is so warming, unlike usual
and even the emptiness is so familiar
like i've gone beyond some point
some invisible line drawn in the sands of my life
and beyond the grave whispers "it's too late…"
BREATH
this has become all too familiar territory
emptiness is now my comrade, my patron
but it's just that certain place…you know.
not everywhere, just…..that place.
SIGH
no stars
BREATH
The buffer for sending…..love….it's streaming
The receiving…that's a long since forgotten road
if i had a cigarette i'd light it
and fill something inside me.
i'll just go through the motions like some movie star.
like james dean.
fingers to my lips in an exaggerated manner
inhale air and exhale that same familiar fog
flip my collar up and tilt my head at the cloud cover
waiting for an object. something.
maybe a comet to fall to my feet.
i'd pick it up and bounce it from hand to hand like a hot potato
and blow on it.
stick it in my pocket.
maybe give it to that person.
or throw it. as far as i can. over a fence.
CRUNCH CRUNCH
CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH