Some days I fall awake,
brain like Hemingway.
I’m a cocked hammer.
I’m a drawer slammer. Oh,
would I were a blue
Wo(o)lf wading in the River Ouse—
rocked pockets drop off.

I would never desert you.
I would never desert you.

Most nights I can’t fall asleep,
head too full of daydreams:
Drifting the pristine sea
of hospital sheets.
I’d let you and slow-drip IV
Take care of me.

I could never deserve you.
I could never desert you.

But every time I open my eyes,
I see new ways I might. My black
canvas belt tied into a slipknot tight
around my ceiling pipe.
And I could try to fly,
a blackbird shot out of the sky.

I could never desert you.
I could never desert you.

Today again visit you, ICU 132.
You’re a patent grabber,
your own backstabber. I
Make to trace the birthmark on your cheek:
bandage buried, out of reach;
cannonball my fist into my knee.

Takes me back to the edge
of Niagara, knees bent, and
still caught in the same gray dream.

When you are the waterfall
and I am the steam
rising, rising, rising.
love dead like a crushed fly

for those of you who said you'd be interested in hearing my lyrics put to music- I started work on recording an album, if you get in touch with me pm or otherwise I'd be more than happy to fill you in
Last edited by less than that at May 18, 2015,
**** I hope you are the best you've ever been.

This makes me sad.

"Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear." - from Tao Te Ching