Day 13 – Night

I lost what waking is

in that street lamp dream

jagged shadows burning everywhere

reflect a raining window

shattered breath

dragged out with garden twine

embroiders the spaces in the silence

 

 

retreat to the pavement eiderdown

to lie brokenly

under a sky

whispered with tattered fleece

guitar strings reach for torn fingertips

bleed their blues over

beautiful cracked voices

 

 

what it is about you that crawls

around the edges of unconscious

only, something in me wonders.

I do not breathe

But the dust of your love has me drugged

not even the crumbling velvet,

has seen such a torn night