To Let Be
............
Its 5am in the morning....
Waiting for the dawn to show up....
Like a long lost friend....
.. ..
Reading bukowski under the first light ....
Feels so ....
Romantic and false....
.. ..
Romance is false....
Lets just jump into bed....
.. ..
My apartment has giant windows....
Looking out to nothingness, ....
Wasted years....
Broken teeth....
Burning flesh....
.. ..
A cool wind blows....
Mixed in with hard time....
.. ..
Its beginning....
.. ..
Slowly rising it colors the sky....
With beauty....
My eyes strain to stay open....
.. ..
My eyes are not yet those eyes....
Eyes of bukowksi, van Gogh, munch, ....
.. ..
Eyes....
Which hold the image without the image....
.. ..
I still need to look....
To rape....
To feed....
.. ..
An urgency still exists. ....
My own windows are still blind....
.. ..
Im looking for answers....
But nothing honest holds answers....
Nothing true asks questions....
It just is....
.. ..
As I hope to be one day. ....
Here I sit
swallowed up by desire
............
Its 5am in the morning....
Waiting for the dawn to show up....
Like a long lost friend....
.. ..
Reading bukowski under the first light ....
Feels so ....
Romantic and false....
.. ..
Romance is false....
Lets just jump into bed....
.. ..
My apartment has giant windows....
Looking out to nothingness, ....
Wasted years....
Broken teeth....
Burning flesh....
.. ..
A cool wind blows....
Mixed in with hard time....
.. ..
Its beginning....
.. ..
Slowly rising it colors the sky....
With beauty....
My eyes strain to stay open....
.. ..
My eyes are not yet those eyes....
Eyes of bukowksi, van Gogh, munch, ....
.. ..
Eyes....
Which hold the image without the image....
.. ..
I still need to look....
To rape....
To feed....
.. ..
An urgency still exists. ....
My own windows are still blind....
.. ..
Im looking for answers....
But nothing honest holds answers....
Nothing true asks questions....
It just is....
.. ..
As I hope to be one day. ....
Here I sit
swallowed up by desire