I analyze the same wooden floor for inspiration every day, bathed in fluorescent lighting

Stale almonds
Stale everything
Stale me.

My prescription isn’t strong enough
I can’t see
The farther away I stare
The more blurry the glare

I’m all words
Words and lack of emotion
Words and this stomach ache
Making me wish only to discover what I need

I rely on the sighs to get me by
I rhyme if only to pass the time

All I know is poetry
All I knew was poetry and you

The page isn’t so blank now
The edges are crinkled
It’s just asking to be crumpled
I long to start anew
But I’m too attached to this work
Too attached to this life
I’m too attached to you

I could use some crystallized ginger and electricity.

by tearsofrain
posted on 05/13/2008