tick tock.
tick tock.
i am too restless to sleep.
Rachmaninoff is playing in the background
it is 4:00am
the clock replies
before i’ve even had a chance to ask.
tick tock.
screams the ennui
screams the insomnia
screams the empty bottle of whisky next to me
lying there
useless and beautiful.
tick tock.
Rachmaninoff crescendos into
something
something that he makes me long for
something that i wish i was able
to make other people long for too.
something that
something.
tick tock.
is the sound of the liquid draining
as i take a long swig from epiphany
from the bottle of vodka i had forgotten about
until now.
tick tock.
Rachmaninoff segues into Op. 30 “Alla Breve”
the piano longs for the strings
the winds long for the brass
yet all i long for is sleep.
tick tock.
more vodka more inebriation
more inebriation more fatigue
until sleep is finally able to take me
is what is supposed to happen
is my rationality.
if only.
tick tock.
i take another drink.
now the vodka is half empty.
i feel good.
i feel happy.
i feel
everything but tired.
fuck.
tick tock.
screams the mocking clock.
the brass section enters at last
Rachmaninoff crescendos once more
the angry denouement approaches
in my head i can see the conductor sweating
i can see the solo trumpet about to have an aneurysm
tick tock.
drowns out the blaring euphoniums
drowns out the screeching trombones
drowns out the melancholy of the crickets
outside my window
outside this feeling
outside.
tick tock.
it asks.
glug glug
i reply.
tick tock.
Rachmaninoff finishes
the vodka lies empty
i can shamelessly admit
i am drunk.
tick tock.
i am too drunk to care.
too drunk retaliate
too drunk to sleep.
tick tock.
tick tock.
the nausea is nothing
i am nothing
nothing is anything
tick tock.
screams the fucking clock.
4:01am.
tick. fucking. tock.
Alone
The sky is blue,
the birds are singing,
the flowers are blooming,
I am alone.
The tree's have full foliage,
the birds now have children,
the sweet sent of pollen wafts through the air,
and I am alone.
The trees are changing,
fruit is ripening
the flowers stopped blowing,
I am alone.
The sky is dark,
the trees are bare,
the birds have flown away,
and I am truly,
Alone.
earthly
and so the saying goes,
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
we exist and survive,
surrounded by the company
of others.
we fill our earthly needs of
wealth and love
and more and more and more,
yet when Death shows
her lovely face,
there is no amount of love
or hate or money
that will convince her not to take you.
In life, the only thing one can truly
count on the be there on time is
Death.
ashes to ashes,
dust to dust.
Desperation
Why does it have to be like this?
I need just a few more words, one more kiss.
I wish I could be far away from now.
But I don't know when and I don't know how.
I used to have that love that makes your eyes shine.
I was his and he was mine.
But our time passed and he had to leave.
He flies with angels, and I struggle to breathe.
And as I silently break every night.
I recall our love. I recall our fights.
I wait in the darkness for my time to arrive.
I wonder if anybody even hears my cries.
The loneliness seeps in, like ink onto skin.
I'll never be whole unless I'm with him.
Why does it have to be like this?
I need just a few more words, one more kiss.