A bell tolls,
for the hour of discontent...
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...