Dead Silence

Once I found a thread made of pure silver joy.
I followed it.
It led through some grassy fields and into the air and I followed it all the way up to the place where the sky stays blue all through the night
I am not going to say what went down up there.
All I know is that in time my sharp pain cut through the thread and sent me freefalling back to the ground.
If I remember correctly, I landed in the middle of a highway.
And they expected me to walk home and eat dinner with my family and take a shower and get some sleep because I looked like I needed it.

Gust

As soon as that....
melody hit my ears it was like I was standing right there again on the concrete in the wind and everyone was walking I could see my shoes in the dark of the door they glowed silver just like the moon slivers in your irises I took one last step and then I crumbled to the ground except everyone else was, too so it didn't look like it meant anything but it did because I would've even if they didn't I can hardly keep the traces of the Atlantic from my eyes as I recall the darkness and the sweetness and the foreshadowing looming over my head but I just thought it was a heavy storm cloud set to let loose on saturday morning, but the next day no rain fell.

If I ever get Alzheimer's I'm screwed cuz I'm addicted to remembering.
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Annual

Sometimes I wish I was a mouse living inside the walls of a house and everything was insulation and foil and sawdust.
And maybe if I was I wouldn't feel all the layers of the atmosphere pressing down on me as much as I do; like everything is just a candle that someone is desperately trying to blow out.
If I meet your eye know that I am afraid and that I am unsure.

If you are thinking
What I am thinking then you are a very
vain
person
But every mountain only goes so high.
If I could mail you a calendar I'd place the peak at the beginning of April and I would watch you climb.

Feathers

I play the computer keyboard like a piano and I pound out my feelings either way
I leave it all on stage or in my lap but when I stand up it falls so I don't have to worry about brushing it off.
Tears run down your face and thoughts run through your mind
we run and we run but we're always behind
The having's got to do with the getting and forgetting
my backpack in the other room but it leads me to a truth so raw I can't compute the letters it takes to overtake myself I help,
I need,
I want
to
be
freed