Brights

Heartbeats flickering on my eyes

Suns drilling to my blind 

They confide 

And what I find 

Makes me blind

Like the jealousy that made me

Tired enough to wait here

And worried enough to hate her

In the lostaway place 

That took eminence

I wonder where the animals are 

When we stumble out 

Into the lights

Whether they fuel the underground

Of fortresses puking bile and salt

Enough to spark us all

Enough to fumigate a conflict

Or whether backed into a corner

By suns and trains and timepieces

They know exactly where to kick

Held

I keep shuffling through future selves, 

realities of hope and composures never known 

These things will not compose me

Occupation stirs only stirring

And then where founds us

These things will not define me

Any more than passing words can be held

Time x Tea

Why am I leaning on my clock

Poor thing never blundered

Maybe that's the fault 

If gods were clocks then I'm sure we'd never stop

Never take time out for tea again

All the more of us to never see again

When we're busy bloody blundering 

Or wondering 

Over our daily doldrum

 

I took a walk

And would you know

A god came up right behind me

He didn't say much 

But what he did 

I sure as hades don't remember

It was probably widening 

Enlightening 

Philosophically teeth-whitening

But I sure as hades didn't hear it 

Because to the truth the Tea 

Planned in ajust about an hour

Of train

Built on principles of the reality 

I abstain

Here he finds me naked

But for shallow remarks

And being a god

Nuff said

He saw to the bottom

I died 

It was uneventful

I was not in time for tea

Which I find simply distasteful

I talk with time

And discuss the merits of universal reform

He said the last one who tried that

Made a man without a father born

And he said those were enough ripples to satisfy the little ones

For now

Not me, though

Where's the fun in that?

Watching to wait? 

Waiting to watch?

I threw my watch at him

I must have lost my temper

He was not impressed

I sorta died again

I'm banished

In the way you will inevitably

Think of the color purple

But backwards

And sorta even more bored

But this time I don't have to worry about gods

Or Time

God.... He was a dick

But I don't necessarily have to worry about those either

No time for tea

Which I suppose means

Nothing

Which I suppose also means

Nothing 

So

In this case of the eventualities and frailties of prime to tertiary distances in the ordinary failing to represent the trails of whatever incendiary carapaces constancy,

I am no longer in time

For tea

I am outside of time

For tea

Which is just alright with me 

Diminuative dinner

These days are so small

Like the drink of a single atom

But the string still rails me to

This common affiliation

To the sensations

Of hilts and screams

And running the into things

That come When I become too big

For a body burgeoning

To bustle over these pinpoint maps

Dot dot dot dot

And so many more drips to drown in

I suckle the last of a given road

I take the time to align some notes on my shelf

Like an even smaller snack

Thin

There are rumors of this man

He doesn't have a face

Maybe it's the sandstorms

Maybe it's the empty space

There are portraits of him that span

Whole seas in the ocean of death

Maybe he's banded from paper

Maybe so, but it's who's guess

There's a tale of another he met

Who actually saw right through him

Maybe there's ghosts in his veins

Maybe he's never been called a name

By those who may have knew him

When he rides by

 he holds his hands

Because while passing

He sees the wind

He sees all of naught within

And sees it's absent plans

Woolen ball

I look into a ball of felt

Running nanotubes

Running bridges 

Freestanding 

Fully pretending 

To help or hinder

I think about blowing them up 

Lest a more malfarious tinder

Take the blame first

But it is a ball of fluff

And as soon as thoughts

Fail to linger

Here they are thrown 

Into jungle 

Into swamp

Rusted through

Forgotten

Grounded through millenia

Of living sludge

I look no more and place 

In my pocket

Memento me later

Memento men to me

To fall and die to me

In a hospitable catcher of flies

Fully epuipped with lip

And soft ties

And even softer eyes

Even softer eyes

So soft I never saw

Like the very heart of darkness

Meant only to cone 

And undo

The due to 

Be done