Thursday Morning is a Good Night

Your words seem so magic
I can’t get enough of you
I can’t possibly get rid of you
Although I try we both try he tries she tries we all try

These words taste so salty
I can’t imagine how to get rid of them
I can’t imagine how to let them go
How not to taste them anymore

These words are so salty
So salty so salty so painless
They crush and cry
They rush and crumble this space

The space

This space is so hard and empty
What would possibly fill it
I can’t imagine

This space is so numb and lonely
I can’t imagine what would change it

These words speak so aimlessly
They are helpless
They are useless
They can’t fill this space

This space

These words are so empty
So empty
So empty
So empty so sad
So empty so sad
So empty so sad
They can’t overwhelm me
I can only taste them
And they taste like rain
Like sweat
Like tears
Like a car accident

The words are wet and salty
The words are sad and empty
The words are unable

Now I try again
To destroy the impotence of relationships
The lack of space
The lack of words
The impossible
Communication

The space is too big to fill
The words are too salty to speak

The jar is too small to empty
I am too small to empty
You are too small to empty

You are unable.






3:02 am
12 June, 2008