Meiko

Lying in a bed
made for someone
far more deserving of rest.
If only the context
wasn't so depressing
this cigarette would signify
more than defeat.
This loss was comforting
for a little while,
but pillows don't compare
to the thighs that keep
such a precious thing
moving through the silence.

13 Minutes

Staring at blank pages
hoping the words will disappear,
trying to lose meaning of what's not there.

Sift through ashes of safe houses,
the ethereal one facing Eden
that I hastily burned down.

Staring down the barrel of a lifetime,
Trigger happy and truly.
Right to the temple, splattered pages.

The pages are no longer blank,
the words have disappeared,
and they still have no meaning.

Attic

These places seem so familiar,
dangling feet and imposing graffiti,
storied furniture and dead windows.

Life is happening on the outside.
Inhaling dust that treads softly.

So needless to say,
everything gets better,
it's swallowing that gets tougher.

Ghosts clinging to spirits,
zombies that wander and wonder,
all above the life outside,
swaying as heat will allow.

It may be impossible to decipher now,
but everything gets better.