Petals

I take my head

Through the window

To cool it off

The wind is enough to take me

It knows I'd love to go

Taunting full flow 

Sheets whispering 

Whuffing discreet intricacies

Yet I know

That though all of my weight 

Were washed in that wind

I would stay a boulder 

And watch the petals roll

Into the lee 

And out again

Initiate

In the age of winter
fried up in a bath of butter
here we shiver and slumber
for no one knows how long
a diamond glitters
because we've seen too many blast
and blast
and blasting is all they ever
seem to do

come with me
I say to an empty table
not to chairs or airs
but to the lack of sustenance
we can go together
into the lacking
black matter attacking
peeling me through

even in a blue-sided moon
the humbled form
of anything to remember
but nothing to request
takes to lacking soon so soon so soon
parchment peeling out of me
all too joyful to incinerate
And I stumble through the ceiling
life's perpetual initiate

This came to me like a cablecar
Today
I never take them
I never need to 
Novelty as novelty
Building cablecars of discontent
Streaming into space
This came to me
Until I learned what stars meant
As the origin of species

Midnight approaches

Only so many minutes till midnight

And then six hours until death dawns

In the parchment sunlight that gods

Use to file their taxes

Only so many beliefs left to wander 

Before wandering turns to wakening panic

The kind that turns like time never passing

Squeezing into the abyssal density 

Between here and some allotted rest 

At twelve I know the time is wrong

I forgot to feel my clock before reading it

And now all I have is the last bite 

Less than half 

Emptied into tomorrow

My favorites of childhood

I lost them

In a daily cafe

Like an account I had deleted

To loosen up the workload

For a distant idea of a server

Idly spurred inside my mind

No more excitement

But we all know there wasn't

Any sort of cause in the first

Only the brightest wallpaper

Fondly remembered

For covering walls 

Otherwise bare

When eyes

Were too young to see depth

In a whitewash

Small waits

The house squeaks 

And panels rustle

With sounds

Of little feet

So little as is 

Infinitely discreet

Clicks the shutters

Unfettered from

Severs somewhere

In the house's deep

Stillness now

All the wires 

Chewed through

By a clever kind of boredom