We Are Nowhere
I'm going down so hard tonight, for you,
And walking into speedbumps in the dark.
These streetlight eyes gaze hopelessly to, though
The clouds that cloak the moon, romance the stars.
My hand lands in blotches on the sickly page,
Yellow with disgust at my sickened state.
It's time again to take to a new stage
This wilted, pented, revised monologue.
Words drip from my tongue, like ink onto life's white
Parched stagefront, and spread, rippling, across it.
A pause, a gesture, off is the footlight --
Empty is the blackened well on my desk.
Faces in this crowd appear, disappear
With these swirling, forgotten streetlight eyes.
I look at my hands, dream in them a tear
Across the love life-line. Split across it,
Feeling the ripping flesh, the heart dripping, black,
Red in the tinted spot, ink on the stage.
I stare out and all of them stare back;
I twitch my hand; just watch me turn the page.
And walking into speedbumps in the dark.
These streetlight eyes gaze hopelessly to, though
The clouds that cloak the moon, romance the stars.
My hand lands in blotches on the sickly page,
Yellow with disgust at my sickened state.
It's time again to take to a new stage
This wilted, pented, revised monologue.
Words drip from my tongue, like ink onto life's white
Parched stagefront, and spread, rippling, across it.
A pause, a gesture, off is the footlight --
Empty is the blackened well on my desk.
Faces in this crowd appear, disappear
With these swirling, forgotten streetlight eyes.
I look at my hands, dream in them a tear
Across the love life-line. Split across it,
Feeling the ripping flesh, the heart dripping, black,
Red in the tinted spot, ink on the stage.
I stare out and all of them stare back;
I twitch my hand; just watch me turn the page.