day 219

"i keep my eyes open"

we spoke of

forever,

tunes that lingered,

spirits and branches

among twinkling storms,

and mirrors that broke

in the languid parking lots

or always on concrete, at least

then, shaken mountains

were

always

gone always

and then the arrow:

deafening

blinding

numbing (thank

god)

and these began to haunt my dreams:

the girl,

with long, evil hair

the painless traps

birthdays

and names that i thought of

yesterday

or

fucking

forever ago