Apocalyptic sunrise -
soft skies of electric blue...
It takes up residence inside of your petulant...
The angry indecision that causes you so much pain...
Underneath this smile
lies a broken heart...
The objective of a heart is
to defeat time...
Randomly, I'll remember
bits and pieces of it...
I feel a bit of envy
for the bones in my backyard...
Everything you love, everything you hate,
Goes away, out the window...
My body is a prison;
frozen fingertips hunch...
I'm often jealous of
how deeply you sleep...
The sky is grey today
Like the concrete layer of the buildings...
Liars are
Often...
Are we more than emotions and clay?
Flesh and bones...