torn labels

climbing postcards into th sun
th hour grows
closing eyes until they come un done
th hour ingrows

when sadness left
th novelty was really gone
some slowly darker room
         reach’d out for my glass
         but nothing was there

nothing to eat
ice cream sits out on th counter
drinking my mothers perfume
for a smooth bipolar mood

                [ a somalullaby of sameness afternoons
                  caught in a grave mattress screw
                  mouthful of moths

daydream / lying on my side staring at arm hair

th first night was a test and i
crept inside failure w/ sad eyes
silence sucked days
like a moth to a flame

no one smiled back       and she
never ended

fell waiting for a guy
in my head

                hollow lake
                cherry aspirin

                                                cold candles and soul comets
                                                half-empty shampoo bottles

warning labels
entice

    rub it in my eyes
   a shot of cold gin
  another shower
 masturbate
nap 

# posted by hardyf : 20:18