pinstripe dirty grime of daylight lies
watching me sleep, nighttime’s like an ocean deep like the ocean
(dark waters)
its getting hard to see where you’ve gone.
how long have i been waiting?
“far too long,” says my heart tacked up on the wall
so stand up and say a toast to my bones
to my bones and my skin and my porcelain bones

drink through the night cause we already know
tomorrow will end anyways

i survive off of cheap red wine the voices try but they cannot find me

i dive head first
into the parapets
made by your ribs they expand when you breath -
to you this comes easy but not so for me.

i’m so sad
i have nothing to show for my broken bones
it may not be over,
but i’m coming home.

pencil lines draw a path to my window
where telephone poles crush the leaves of the oak
and i tried to purge you forget what i loved
but i never thought that this would be so hard.
i trusted you that you would never leave
but believe me i know now that trust comes too easy;
this self-proclaimed ocean you said would be shallow
but waters up over my head and i’m drowning.
each night i dream of driving of driving
the road so appealing to my stagnant being
but puddles meet puddles, and turn into sea
(this sea i know is far too deep)

my skeletal heart is shattered
you’ve got my blood on your hands dripping down to your toes
so stand up and say a toast to my bones,
my quivering bones now withered and old.


from Circadian Tremors, released February 24, 2013



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