Shifting Places

Sometimes my eyes see things that just aren't there                                                      

Blurry visions of love's ashes disintegrating into a rabbit hole of nothing                      

Trying to comprehend the lapse, the hot fog sweeping in like angel wings                        

Wounds still healing to form the pink flesh of a scar                                                            

I used to believe in gods, that some miracle would save us                                                        

From a century living like we've been touched by a haunting        

Life in a jar cruising for a touch, one word to make me stay, stay, stay            

Back on that long road of hoping I begrude your every move                                    

Subtle in perfect light, jealous veins swallowing a marriage in darkness                

Trees bending into cryptic messages, no structure to your bones                                      

So you fall into geometric shapes, not going back, symmetrical in patience                      

Stubborn grief at the end of the day I'm complicated                            

Knocking on doors but no one answers, left out here for a raven's feast                            

I paint your name on the old streets I visit and remember being a child            

A distant memory of 1963 slowly fading away 

 

I don't recognise the simple musings of your fingers, drifting                                                    

In and out of bouts of insomnia, turning on a cold pillow dreaming of sleep                              

This week I missed my doctor's appointment, a voice calling                                      

Missed calls when I turn my phone off and forget the world                                                        

The only thing that brings me peace, just a boy lonely in vivid dreams                                    

Paying no attention when the magnifying glass is focused on details                              

Slipping into a comatosed state, taking pictures of green earth and foliage          

Every piece of this chess puzzle leaves me with questions                                      

Knuckles red when I graze my skin in an argument, burned by your fire      

Cutting ties, burning bridges, no longer speaking of you in the same light                    

When my application for this publicist job goes through                                                  

I've already forgotten your name, how you made me feel like I'm a wheel                  

Chasing neon fireworks bursting like city bullets talking in riddles                                      

Dripping colours, bleeding like semen stains on fresh linen sheets                                          

Bleeding orgasms on a buried mattress                                                                          

Once again it happened, in the dark of the night I'm more uncertain                          

Decomposing flesh and future bending                                                                          

Lining your stomach with acid rain and wandering ghosts                                      

Memories of youth in boxes, dust on synthetic flowers                                                  

Lost in that empty house where your body died.