sleepy war
dream war
cloudy war
towns empty, cities empty, beds full.
fights over pajamas.
Adolf couldn’t fall asleep so i sung him his lullaby
dream war
simple war
blanket offensive
pillow aid
the sheep were caught in the crossfire, many still left to be counted
shells falling all around
flashes in the sky
wake up grumpy war
dream bombs parading towards the ground
wake up sleepy war
i made this the other day
Burned in Dresden, pulled out from fallen houses, buildings, planes, space, time, distance, horror, universe, ancient love, stupid me, I am just a silly slave. A slave to my thoughts pulled by you and with these silly things, I stand alone. Ignoring all, following you, behind you, and your blonde curls, long legs, strong arms, baby eyes.
I will fill all these pages one day, every last spot, every last space, this paragraph is the deciding paragraph that will dictate the rest of this book. I am writing just to write. I am writing because I miss my mom. I am writing because I missed my buss. I am writing so I will not sit in front of the computer.
Still cant stop dreaming of Hitler, galleons, cocaine, plane delays, trains, and Christmas.
I wonder what my money does without me, when im not around, when im gone
Will the birds drop from the sky down onto the pavement when im gone?
Yellow paint chipped beneath their crushing weight
Causing the floor to stretch
Out of pain
When im gone?
Barking men barking at animals leaving the shelter
Running to clean themselves from the thought of us becoming them, again
They clean their thoughts to help me clean my thoughts
When im gone
To open my rotten mouth
When im gone
To open it up
When im gone
Will you watch the rotting pain that that follows me rise up off my tongue
Out from between my teeth, over my mouth, above your head
Swept away by the wind
Into the storm heading towards the sun, when im gone?
