a precious stone
in enclosed ignorance,
is hidden behind the husk.
without a chance to burn,
is quietly smoldering.
a daydream about someone
who will appreciate
the unpolished panes
of a gem.
panes that cut deep,
yet the blood from the wound
has the same taste as a blood
from a bitten lip.
don’t lament your purity
or quest for an essence of love.
it is your pick to wake up
with the bland taste in the mouth
or with the taste of blood
on a bitten lip.
can be the endless source
for the inspiration.
like gathering tiny grains of sand with
chopsticks, from the walls of an indeterminated vessel
grain by grain,
until the bowl is empty
and you hit the wall
that doesn’t crack.
neglected between the odds and ends
of the banished inspiration,
and the recent binge.
while sorting through
the smoldering ashes of the last Phoenix
in the search
for the perfect
I see a man approaching
carrying in his hands
a fire extinguisher.
the headlights of a car approaching from the opposite direction
or a paid electric bill.
it is the silence on the other side of the phone line
or another bottle of cheap beer that you drink.
it is the nuclear explosion on TV
or the dead fly that float in your cup of morning coffee.
it is the splinter in your palm
or the moment in the past where you were caught in bed with your neighbor’s daughter.
it is the pain of birth,
or last grasp of the air.
waking up in the morning, –
for her is became more of a routine,
rather than a necessity.
she is still in her bed, laying naked.
stripped from yesterday’s ado
by the artificial nightmares.
covered by the shades from the oak tree.
soon she’ll get up.
her feet will touch a hardwood floor,
and the tiles will happily squeak
rejoicing in her steps.
she’ll slip into her t-shirt,
(it wasn’t originally her)
(I do, because I saw)
first she’ll make herself another coffee,
then she’ll make herself another day.
the t-shirt is on the hardwood floor,
and no more naked feet.
left by her high heels on the shiny surface.
the empty coffee cup.
shades of the tree, that on the southern wall,
her mirror on the wall.