awoke to
a world gone still
the city sits
silent
leaving a fool
with no distractions
from the inner voice
screaming in
the hollow bone
cathedral of
hope gone feral

a lack of
elasticity leaves
me stretched out
across the floor
incapable of
pulling myself
into a semblance
of functional
assaulted by
self evident truths
this is as good
as a broken toy
has ever deserved

still i whisper
so only the sparrows
can hear
daydream delusions
where happiness
isn’t just eight letters
i bridge idiotically
into an expression
of impossible wonder