Emerging a slight crack, your voice carries
Seeing sleep from the inside, bumping against my eyelids when I blink
You little piece of me
You little piece of me so in the way
And helplessly wail, a tiny blowhole gang popping rainbow soap bubbles
Little calloused feet with big silicon mothers
Getting in the way again
Soles on the carpet to walk it off
Burying ash, gray to float away and praise, hallelujah
With my knees in the grass to say I hope you never find out
Lucid and laughing at nothing at all
Soon I’ll need another and another and another and…
Dionysian grip with Apollo all dressed in crimson
Billowing above from a stream of gray elation
Skin, illuminated forearms reflect the ceiling and hands catch
From flaky white surface, sins as a crutch