Seemingly There

Seemingly  there
somewhere
I pinky swear.

The Everlasting Pump

An animal that never leaves your side
A cold chill always at the other
The dark dance around the fire
as if on a mystified chemical
that word-of-mouth said was healthy
but now illegal and dangerous
according to them

Just one little while free of the everlasting pump
That just keeps pumping you through city block
after city block
through sky-piercing building
after sky-scraping building
Even though you thought you were in a traffic-jam.

I didn't know that day-dreams would be this useful outside of school.

Church Bells Through the Hard Rain

Church bells through the hard rain
remind me of all the hours I failed to notice
three or perhaps even four days of nothing
absolutely nothing:
Vacant social life, denying access even
A stale and unalterable negative income eating its way
like a termite.

No productivity with no light at the end of the cliché'd tunnel
Waiting just as always
A body and mind in decay, disrepair, dilapidation
Nearing the enivitable fall
And the ruin that awaits.

Half-Closed Eyes

Half-closed eyes
with more than one wrinkle under each
the skin is turning paler by the minute
a minute difference though, only noticeable when looking at old photographs
The many hours spent lucid in the dark side of the earth have taken their toll
But I know of pills that take care of that.