yes to the red pill. blue saved for later.
if this one's a dud... we'll re-up, take thirds.
she mentioned fear was a step from love to its absence.
tucked in embraces. a peripheral slumbering savage.
you run and keep up, but the abyss advances,
scrapes at your heels till you teeter, and glance back,
you swiveled and slammed back on sneakers of canvas,
pupils dilating, lying in pooling arterial damage-
i hear tonight is the type asteroids might like to devour.
instead of counting the sheep, I'll be biding the hours-
it's showering ash. in the ambulance. it's raining dust.
stay with us, wait, just take a handful of this pumice and scrub.
and take nothing from love. stayed awake for the sun
til the chasm between us swallowed us up.
I always believed that sleep is a flash of the phoenix-
in light you're consumed by fangs of the day,
but midnight was long in the teeth, cause
it all seems a dreamscape. an impossible sequence.
i'll talk of your death in a haikuterized philosophical thesis.
one I scrawled by your breathings, till they stalled into vapors,
by the unoperable table the doctors' saw Occam dawn on the razor.
contortions of sinew switched in a vigorous ritual
from living to corpse, like a click of a pistol,
a gritty divorce, from brimming with warmth
to eclipsed by infinity. a shell that's been torched.
a dose from reality, improperly blotted.
over and over. you're falling unconscious.
over and over. you know how to stop it.
in slumber. and photographs. you seem fine.
you don't exist in this time. but no longer do i.
I'll leave you, to you... / I'm warmed by the Polaroids, / and blind to their truth.
