I
on a stable street
tongue and cheek
gather for a smile
but sick for mystery
way beyond the concrete
my medicated face
sings a song
for a distant style
II
Just for now
I say
I'll be calm
and still
Looking forward
to dreaming
everyday
In between
living a number's
tragedy
III
ears aching
for the songbird's infection
walking deaf
eyes staring
at the smallest
hallucination
or what ever
is left
meanwhile
the chest burns
boiling the blood
cooking a recipe
for intoxication
IV
Finally
the mind starts to blank
no words
no sights
no sounds
not even the pain
of scraped knees
Nothing
is left to plague
no strings
no overwhelming voices
no nonsense
Suddenly
the idea of wings
doesn't seem strange
nor the idea
of a tall building
high above the sidewalk
collapsing
on the 'sane'
V
when the window shuts
the rain is visually
enjoyable
even the snow
fiddle with the thermostat
let's get warm
and cuddle on the couch
my eyes
into your's
our eyes
feel
in the warmth
hearts beat
and wake
to an awkward sun
VI
Shall we
try this again?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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