Depressed
no just
collecting tears from
other era's
to keep in a droplet
falling from the old tap
against the west wall

Cursing the morning
how it brings awareness
forcing eyes open
mouth to greet
feet to meet
the earth for another
endless
relentless
remorseless
day

Sweet oblivion
how you call

with silver lips and pouting breasts

How you entice with a beckoning finger
of numb

Embrace me
a lovers naked heat
of empty
engulfing my
frenzied lack of courage

Sadness can be a choice

like cigarettes
like fucking

And still

the still reflections
from a dew dropped spider web
blinding

binding me
with sun