you fall asleep when I wake for work

nobody talking just a rumbling down in dirt

leaving this house, can't you see what I won't

don't postpone this awkward discontent

malicious software downloaded, upload to mainframe of brain and heart discoloured, childish pink and red initials scrawled all over my skin and thoughts. distraught in my contorted rocket ship, hardship endured with tough exterior, rough edges and so delicate,

two..

one

take off,

you fall asleep when I wake for work

uninvited postman delivers news, return to sender, return to sender. bring me flowers, shut up for ages, pages and pages of the same shit. tear it, torn up, burning up to a fire with flame and naming of names. solace inside my letter, but you opened it uninvited, undecided and this adoration doesn't help. distracted with compact solutions, isolation. desolation. complication. mediation. deterioration.

why did you fall asleep when I woke for work?

passed out in my wasted tights
neon green liner breeds outside the lines
fresh bruises waste time

faulty beacons a constant rhyme
airplanes pass overhead, stealing people
operations with complications
situations and interrogations
lengthy questions with short answers
our tapestry ignored
pull apart, open heart surgery
insert yourself and stamp 'here forever'
pretty pink ink left with clarity
curiosity murdered any faith
spontaneity left me with cravings
pavement an only comfort
this tuft, my dirty friend of weed
rest our humble head of cotton candy
weakened seam: painful as hell

and God followed me with a blood on his hands

the kind that seeped and retreated like a freed tortured soul

His ambivalence of us reaped His suffering, what a Man

down my own road He followed, the gutters swollen

tide was coming in, the ocean filled with red regret

people didn't try to swim, they understood consequence

but did they understand the path that lead them there

back home they thought it was a joke

there were slash are no linguistical barriers

to where do they look for such injustice, such influence

origins of red sea, I'm flooded with interest and boredom

when is it enough, when do scars heal and why don't they

playing hopscotch on wounds superficial

perpetuating social intolerance to a new low, supported by millions

and brunette and caramel

everything that smells good

and cocoa and ethnic

all that it should

but deceit and travesty

pretense is too clear

but ambiguity and translucence

come here, come near

no hesitation no excuses

don't speak to me

no disillusions no picture perfect

give me colourful truth

a time to miss

and a time to be missed.

to be missing times

a time to kiss

and a time to be kissed.

the kissing time is now, smooch.

a distant touch,

this touch of distance.

epic in distant motion, across ocean.

..

a frozen flame.