I sleep sometimes in a wet field of flowers
At one with the earth
muddy
damp
sludgy
slippy
fleshy
warm
I watch away time ticking by
Dreams
nightmares
some kind of reality that melts into itself
and fades away
like the burning embers of a firefly
Spilt salt
stings my wounds
I float upon a dead sea
I settle like dust floating in the vacuum of the universe
empty
cold
silent
still as death itself
Yet the twenty four hour muscle
still beats
Like the tick tick ticking of a clock
that never stops
like angry ants marching
beyond eternal bone
Ignorance is no excuse
trapped in this small town
Mentally baked on the inside
without decisive decisions made
insane
Rolling in a fishnet laughably feeling secure in knowledge
Not knowing when you’re gonna die
when the axe drops
when the heart stops
stopping at great speed
I stumble past the mortuary
Hail stoning
I hear the workers laughing as they
wheel round bodies
Silence fell upon them
As i peeked in
