another untitled

it’s 6:30 AM

and still 6:30 PM out

sun’s sleeping

upper lips flapping wings

of a child’s bird

stroked on constructi--

I don’t know why I’m writing this

yet there’s something in my chest

that I can’t really point down

maybe another tune

from nicotine and caffeine’s

countless gondola rides

throughout the bloodstream

as the heart beats bass pedals

in 4/4 for their pirouettes

but I don’t know

there was something else

that woke me up,

not man-made

but something important

maybe another dream

I forgot, where

the same gondola ride

bloomed through it

I don’t know

the more I try to find out

the more it wei-

GOD THERE’S A SUN DEAD IN MY CHEST

& I’M LOCKED BEHIND A PAIR OF EYES

WITH A HEAD DOMING OVER IT

I don’t know who wrote that

that wasn’t me I swear

a line echoes, and I pick up the last

few syllables, as it hitchhikes to nowhere

leaving me with another untitled piece

another breadcrumb,

another reminder of

tire marks and gas fumes,

only evidence it passed through

and it’s still there, the weight

I thought by the end, it’ll settle

but there’s no end, just &s & &s & &s & ,s

never not &ing bef--

it’s 7:15AM

sun’s still underneath the sheets

not wanting to wake up

as time rushes by like a waterfall

never not falling