day two hundred fourteen:

to have someone 

to rest beside

maybe share a pillow

or a blanket

with someone like you.

nothing perverse

nothing sexual

just to feel safe

while you listened

for the signs

that the world was ending

so i could sleep for a while

without having nightmares

of dying

day two hundred thirteen: the shortcut.

tonight i am ready
ready to live
ready to die
ready to write things
with ink from the sky
thunder shakes my house
winds tear the land
i'm so far gone
don't want for me to catch up
don't wait for me to find you
just keep putting one foot
in front of
the other
i'm going
to take
a shortcut

day two hundred twelve: the garden snake.

vice
grips tangle
heart mine
to mangle
choke don't die
live
let lie
cold moist
hatred
freezing to bone
guarded walls
unknown
slither through
the cracks
never repaired
before
slither through
to destroy
my sacred halls

day two hundred eleven: disappear.

i want to slip-n-slide

off the side

of our floating round globe

and fall into 

some wonder world

known only as the great unknown. 

day two hundred ten: don't fear the violent lullaby

‎today I am married to the sky, 
and with every thunder strike
it lights up a special song for me
known as a lullaby

day two hundred nine: "X"

you’re just an “x” on my list

and i’m on your mind

but don’t worry dear

replacements aren’t hard to find

your “love” 

dozen for a dime

but the lesson learned here

is that i shouldn’t waste such precious time.