am i tired and not sleepy
am i sleepy and not tired?
surplus them all.
drown them in a crashing wave
aim for the lighthouse
heather grey fading to black
i seek you.
faraway apartments with your lights still on
i just saw your light turn on
the brightest of them all
three floors from the top
do you share my thoughts
do you have to run to the bathroom
do you suffer from nocturia
why are your lights on
brighter in my blackout than i am blinded
framed by the darkest rims of light
induce the illusion
bring the rain
of that phrase
is well documented
in the peak.
new pillows lined up in pairs.
old waterbottles lined up in pairs.
curtains tied up in pairs.
to let the light in.
202 the time is it the right time
everything keeps turning
fighting to stay still
the constant tap of the drip
has driven me to edges in the months passing
enough to make me move
to twitch to scream to tap right back
because i think it’s you tapping on the other side of the wall
a faceless neighbour in a rental building
but no it’s not you
it’s not you my faceless neighbour
it’s not your pencil tapping your desk
it’s not you with a small hammer at all hours of the night
it’s not my keyboard
it’s not the right harmonic frequency to shatter
no they don’t match
they just come and go and sometimes they come back and that’s when they decide to renovate.
just let me continue
to peck and write without thinking
to let my fingers do the walking
do the talking
to the docking fo the ship
about to set sail to the vast unknown
where anything is possible
where nothing hides behind closed doors
where everything is seen. everybody
your light is still on.
are you on vacation? have you set your light on a timer
and mixed up am pm it’s not simple
i admit it’s not
you’re just a small candle
brighter than the other ones in the low horizon sky.
i can’t see you but i can see your light.
go to sleep now.
go to sleep now
you’ve had your fill of dream for a waking day
it’s not that deep
it’s not as deep as you think
close your eyes and sing
a lullaby for lucy recall everything from the past seasons change
they must fade they all fade and when they do
i remember them the next time
in brilliant detail in glow
be peaceful. be poisoned.
be awake when you are called and not before.
cross my path and i’ll cross yours
in dreams we’ve got hours to talk
don’t frustrate me