i don't have much to say tonight. i just want next saturday to arrive.

…sorry mistakes forgive choke drown falter
scream love you girl boy sex
grow apart grow up heart dream blood
smile happy depressed sad life
wrong right date christ sin breathe
awake hate truth consistency…

clusters of letters hunker down together to form words
meant to express the inexpressible…

the firstfallen snow drenched in moonblood
translucent pale white attacking thick sclera white
the battlefield still, free of pawtracks and gravel…

twenty four plus hour waking eyes
droopdropping down, the miniscule window of time
floating between asleep and not
where thoughts are most lucid…

tying shoelaces rising kissing her goodbye
closing the oak door behind
flicking the ignition knowing it was the last time…

to finally leave or to finally return…
to lose love or spark again…
to beg yourself…
the lumps that come with sorries…
the lifts that come with kisses…

these little bundles of curves and lines
are supposed to be the bridge
linking my soul to my mouth to your ears to your soul

the more i speak and i speak and i speak i discover
its dangling remains over an infinite canyon
a crowd on the opposing side
straining to hear me
and a strange desire to shut my mouth.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn

I wasn't a huge fan of the ellipses after several lines (the 5th stanza in particular), but it's good overall. Very insightful actually.