falling through daylight and
squinting between the blinds of
our eyes, daylight slips unseen
through cracked corneas, windblown and
white, light of
prefrostbitten day.
cold curses (50 lashings to, oh) the cheeks-
burn whipped red,
stapled blood stop. our eyes
strain for circulatory sustinence.
oh this pain breaking stillness
stings; lightning branches
strike (oh) to the marrow (bleed
though we cannot
wholly see) but the day catches the collars of
our shirts, shrieking surprise- and moving
jolt-catch and drags us on through
waking moments, harsh scattered day and
dead speeding time of dream life.
falling clutches of morningtime
stroke the backs of our straining
eyelids burn whipped exhaustion with the
coming of the rest of life's waking (oh)
painful time. we whine like children with scabs
fresh raw red from a forced meeting with
pavement breeding tears and later
necessary roughness. numb, we see them for
as ourselves; their knees martyrs for our
sleep-loss bitten eyes, leaving you screaming
whygoddamnitwhy! -find your hardened lines, love.
nothing in this world pitys everything that is
pathos begging sympathy
about you, hear you me.