Good Night

Right now it feels difficult
Because apathy kills
And hearts break
And we were just
Enjoying ourselves
Knitting scarves
for each other
Didn’t acknowledge
That we only wanted them
To hide old scars
See, if you like me
And I like you
Then neither of us
has to
Didn’t realise
How noose tight
We coiled the fabric
It was so much fun
Until the ground gave way

I know these things happen
Between humans
And I know it’s hurt more before
But that doesn’t really make it better.
Under a dark roof I wonder
If you’re miserable too,
In a dark room
I finally develop the negatives
In retrospect I always wish
I’d taken more pictures
See I’ve never really
Believed in forever

I just think it’d be nice
To love again
Be it myself
Or someone else
Feel my heart again
And I want to thank you
For the conversation
But you’re still caught
In my throat
A painful inflammation
Fuck, makes it hard to breathe
I swear I’m not being dramatic
I’m just trying to sleep

But here I am again
Staring galaxies through the ceiling
It’s where I always come back down
Thanking my lucky stars
That memory is weak
But not a fragile thing
I know I’d shatter it
So maybe it’s okay
Maybe I’ll sleep tonight
Like most nights
Maybe that lost consciousness
is a blessing, lunar recurse
Damn, I’m not sure
But nights are like days
They can get lonely
In a small room
And I prefer little spoon
So please, Ether
Swallow me whole

-J

Ashes

I’m in no mood for this
No mood to imagine
a lost consciousness
I’m too self conscious,
Lost consciousness
and frost crossed lips
So jaded
Probably brain dead
Devoid of blood
Flooded from the inside
Crashed, and bled out
Shed a tear, a face
for fear of what’s behind it
A future that doesn’t exist
One that has to be crafted
With time, and energy
and commitment
I’m all too aware

The mirage I’d see somewhere
Out in that nowhere
Is probably a lost cause
Zeus, or some other god
Who let their Icarus
floss his wings with demons
Prometheus make friends, and foes
Left us here, stranded
With nothing but death sticks,
prayer flags to weep with

But, I think a cigarette
without a song is a sin
and I swear I saw one
that said “never knows best”
caught fire,
and burned itself
into my retina,
Held my neck
Between soft ligaments
And tore at ambivalent bones
Disseminating them to the wind
immolated away
And lost its mind to the smoke

Maybe it was gone,
Before it ever left.

 

-J

フリクリ

Smoke feints across retina,
antenna split through thick air,
riffed with soft guitars
Faint, against the ear drum-
Cracked, as a baseball flies
against a peach orange sky.
Everything looks dizzy,
As though spun through the laundry
Sopping wet, and biting earlobes

-J