Splice it Nice

I can’t write

I scrawl in pencil

I sprawl, all over the ceiling

I spin the fan, try to work the gears

So rusty, so rotten

So reeking, so wrong

I swing on the sanity chandeliers

Sharpen the tongue, because I lost the mind

Awhile back, I think

I can’t believe it

As I watch you splice the broken parts

Of my heart

Back together

Amused, bemused

I think, I thought

Wasn’t I un-hearted?

But suddenly, sickly

I start to feel a little bit nice

Right?

I think that…

Maybe…

I just might be coming back.

White of Life

I never would have known that the white of life would flicker past

that fast

I never would have foreseen the maneuver of the circus of dreams

splitting a deck of cards like glass

But I know that I should have known

That the dark side of living

Can be forgiven