waiting for the sun...

[tough_as_glass]

he put his fleece body under a blanket
bone weary
ones and twos and insensible ailments
brought upon one's self
another day, another parade
how long until
you're overcome?
...
lack of wisdom
is a broken finger
it only counts if
there was nothing you could do
...
don't overthink it
don't think at all
just open the crack
and receive it
like a court jester on a rainy friday
nowhere to go but down
layers of insecurity
dot the landscape
your new fuzz throw
state of the art all new astroturf
a pure meal
for a vegetarian
laught at your humble self
make love to the smooth body
for there is no crime in adoration
many worlds exist as one
juggle your multitudes
fly out from under your paper house
indulge in romance and say nothing
the black birds can fall out of purple sky
hit the page with gloom
swell inside the ink, the mind, the soul
perceive
everyone is some kind of robot
flail against the rocks of eternity
bruising nothing
quiet the dark hum of time
when you see that you will live forever