ice-blue mercury glow on my breath's fog and sparkling in an arched uri…

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