signs and sighs
of fading motivation
creeping
overwhelming
hunger
followed by
aching nausea
for days
I haven't been sleeping
and I feel
like a useless
sack-o-shit
but at least
now
i'm getting something done
empty rooms
it's been a while
since the gears turned
long enough to get
a solid thought
on paper
maybe one of these days
we'll repair
this broken machine
but not today
vacancy
there's a falling
feeling
in my gut
that twists and curls
to keep from breaking away
in flight
fingers breaking
bones crushing
under the weight
of this strange skin
something I can't recognize
something I don't understand
my head feels like
embers and ash
white, dry, heat
swelling in my skull
I am blind in this fog
passage
my love is hiding
in the ashes
of all the houses we burned
all the empty highways
and lonely roads
waiting
and wanting