with tiredness crawling through bones

with tiredness crawling through bones
movement a crane's effort
Gravity gives chase and
    my head leans
                   leans
                   leans
   my feet honeyed and liquid
   my eyes a weighted bookshelf
   shoulders crowding
   my neck a smokey strip
I await the effort that time makes:
The saviour of the patient

sometimes

sometimes,
with all opinions crowding
and doom pushing
       gloom shoving
I should like to shine
yellow light on grey brows
and yell politely
of the joyous living, of
which we are yet to speak

PMS

PMS

my woman chemistry tangible,
today I felt the changes
coursing
with separate opinions
I judge myself
and watch the angry brow
smiling

03.05.1999

If I could see with my own eyes

If I could see
with my own eyes
I'd fall asleep
while reading books.
If I could see
with my own eyes
I'd close them
often.