Music plays,

that old familiar tune,

a guitar weeping

in heart-shaped chords.

I sip what’s left of the day

as a plane cuts the sky,

heading somewhere

I’ll never chase.

Laziness calls me

with a velvet voice,

my eyes respond,

soft, tired, silent.

Silhouettes drift by

like ghosts in passing light,

is it a wish?

or the dream of a wish

pretending?

I don’t know

what’s real tonight...

but something’s aching

beneath the stillness.

I need

a soul escape,

I need

a breath that isn't borrowed.

This body’s hollow,

this silence swells,

unfinished acts

hide like rats

behind the corner

of my ribs.

Knock-knock...

on the door of my skull.

Is it trying to come in,

or break its way out?

Should I greet it

with kindness,

sit and talk

in flickering light...

or smile politely,

shut it tight,

and lock the goddamn door?

It knows the path

but not the reason,

I feel it breathing

in my bones.

I need

a soul escape,

I need

a breath that isn't borrowed.

This body’s hollow,

this silence swells,

unfinished acts

hide like rats

behind the corner

of my ribs.

Lock the door.

Lock the door.

It always finds me,

but never stays.

I hear it knocking

in my dreams.

I let it knock.

I drift away...