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Ink smeared across a hand that once clutched the sky of your life

Now just bones, that crack and roll in the night, without the moon’s light

Sun means nothing, stars fly away and the quasar but a beacon calling no one home

To the shores 

Of this dark place, where I sit in front of the window, a candle flame

Burning my skin, a small hole of light, in the glass

As I watch and wait

For no one 

To come home

And I awake restless and in need

But then

There are no souls 

Who but I dawn on

Why do I still

Be still in the thought of everything

Walking to a bar at 3 p.m.

Just to grip someone else’s story

And later…

Walk out into the sun and rain

Across sidewalks gray and demeaning

I must be crazy

I have to stop thinking about how it used to be

How I used to feel

In red dawn light mercy drink upon a hissing lawn

A heart just beats now, carelessly

Sans tethered to nothing but cordial, brutal memories

I park in the empty spaces where once I belonged

Time flies away

But the asphalt remains nearly the same

Summer has just begun

But I just want it to end

This hothouse fire bleed of heat

Is making me weak

Whenever I stand in nowhere

Thinking of Dublin

And the other side of the world

Can sometimes mean empty

Without a soul to share

That hot, hot breakfast with a view

A small cigarette in an alley

As sun collapses 

Beneath the weight of another end of day

Cold against the historical brick

Someone dazzled in gorgeous gemstones

And the world slaps at my face

When I say it’s a waste

Find beauty in your own skin

But this fucking world has tarnished 

The way you are supposed to look

Don’t you even know

You are most perfect at sleepy dawn

In the fizz of a glossy television glow