Frost on lips

Shadows are eyes

With plastic ears and paper-maiche thoughts

Listen for fumes instead of the brushfires

 

“it’s just a bad day.”

But whatnots are rare

Tell me what you feel

Not what you always feared

 

Yellow-blue eyes

Electric waterfalls hum

Charged by an outlet

Labeled “Nobody’s Home.”

 

Tomorrow night is yesterday today because time blurs into a pulsing smudged line

 

But tomorrow night is an empty promise

Yesterday evening was sold at the auction

Going once going twice through every head drips

Sold to the madam in front with the black holes for eyes

 

First impressions are a crooked clock

Time always told wrong when you look at it through the block numerals of what we expected

The fine lines of categories

blend and we run

 

On to the next lazy sunrise

they carry their swords

but where are the seasons

waiting for never?

 

His phrases were symphonies

his mother was the composer

his father was the conductor

but there was no audience

 

Don't be so proud

of the black shredded ribbon they tied to your wrist

it's just a reminder

to let you know you let her go

 

it's not nothing

it's not a moment

it's a lifetime

without you

 

 

I'm referring to him

I'm referring to you

They’re looking for help

But nobody is home