My Thoughts Pile Up When I'm Tired And Need To Get Some Rest

Open-ended memory

Wear the day on your face

Pieces of tape holding together

ripped up fragments 

of a page

parts missing

enough to see what was once whole

it isn't as cold out here

as we like to pretend

the power was out for an entire

day and a half

People complained

about the food that they had to throw out

they still had shelter

running water

it was calm at night

moonlight filtered through blinds

mingling with burning candles

they call me Sir

or Mister

I am more used to this

than when I was younger

I have reached the point

where that is how I will be

addressed as from this point forward

they don't ask for my ID at the bars

nearly as often as they used to

for the longest time I wanted to be older

to be treated as such

wishes do come true

how sad a thing that can be

I am fine with being alone

in my room

without electricity

I can entertain myself

with a book

and minimal light

I can dream about 

everything

and nothing 

contemplate 

my thoroughly 

inadequate mind

and limited physical abilities

consciousness bound

to a decaying form

John Coltrane did not die

he changed forms

tired

trying to stifle a yawn

and boredom

succeeding at neither

waiting for Somnus

finding him utterly lacking

wondering why he lags

on our appointments

a shame

10 Lines of Etc, etc...

1.) Loneliness tastes like white chalk.

2.) A perfect peace.

3.) Walking/waking into reality.

4.) Steady hand, fluttering heart.

5.) Character name: Ambrosio

6.) We are not good to each other much less ourselves.

7.) Violation vs. Annihilation

8.) The body slows twice as fast as the mind does.

9.) ...and they look like young girl
     getting ready for sunshine on the beach.
     One carries a baby in her arms.

10.) For a bartender in a neighborhood dive bar she is beautiful.

Scraps of Paper on my Cluttered Desk

I do not want this
Tell me what you need
I do not want this
Tell me honey please

_____________

if you could see yourself
know yourself
hear yourself
as you truly are
how different
this world could be
_____________

What became of your dreams?
You grew older
and I grew older too.
We learned that not much changes.
People are people at any age.
Do you still hope to be the you
You dreamt yourself to be?
My heart's ambitions
Still grow as wild as the grasses of the prairie.
________

I still dream.
__________

the guitar case rests against the sofa
wine bottle sitting empty on the coffee table
clothes cooling in the freezer
frets below my fingertips
my voice echoes in an empty room
_____________

Your hidden heart looks good on you.
Where do you draw the line
between Virtue and Desire?
______________

There is a place that wasn't
though it can't be said for certain
of whether or it was
when it wasn't
or couldn't have been.
__________

Paperplane Pilot
_____________

I found your words printed on the page
as clear and concise an image as one
could hope to find.
_____________

"I told him

Don't talk to me
Don't touch me
Goodnight.'"
is what she said walking by my office window.
___________

I saw you last night in a dream.
We took a small boat to my house
near the shore. We whiled the night
away together, taking our fill of each
other.
I woke up alone
wondering where you had gone.
______________

The wind speaks through the rustled lips of the leaves.
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