The adult teaches its nonsense.
We open our brains.
The clatter is deafening.
The clutter is frightening.
You find your way with broken bottles and smoldering cigarettes.
A life of smothering emotions with smoke
and pushing down feelings with poison.
I want to draw near you but I’m too afraid I’ll choke.
I want to fill my head with you
until your soul seeps out of the edges and stains the carpet
You were a frightening, perfect, beautiful monster
that would bare its teeth at the weak.
Your scales would shimmer in the light
but you would shed once in the dark.
Your wings would help you fly higher,
but they’d batter all objects in their way
Your fangs would help you tear into the plumpest carcass
but they wouldn’t falter to pierce the still-living
I wanted to become you.
I think in stories,
speak in poems,
and dream in the most beautiful of songs.
Hum softly and mutter meekly,
We don’t need the sound.
We have more than enough noise
when syncopated heart beats pound.
The sun doesn’t stream, it sings!
The air isn’t still, it’s jiving!
The earth doesn’t stop and wait for us.
No, the earth is thriving.
Up before daylight
Stomach eroding from black tar coffee
Eyes collapsing- brief dreams of alternate universes
drawing me away
The quiet is ringing in my ears.
Fallen stars don’t know of my grief.
My sparkle is a song unsung,
My glow has faded with the mornings