kein danke.

YOU say to ME what you THINK
and then we can go.
Start the car, get inside
and then we can go.
Stop shaking, you're faking it
and it's apparent in everyone's eyes.
Poor little boy,
lap the milk off the floor
and stay there 'til you fall asleep.
I'll get you a blanket, but your eyes best be shut
and not looking at me.
Stop to think:
this floor is cold as ice,
which could never keep in hell.

sleeping.

I don't want to do this;
this awkward dance, more like a shuffle,
raising my hands up and down and spinning around when
told to.
I wasn't made for this bustle.
I was made to lie down and sleep.

dead lady fingers

this stays stuck and lingers
in my mind like
dead lady fingers;
intertwined and rigid,
my thoughts, alike,
grow old and acutely frigid.


if this is death,
i am dead.
the fall back,
a flash-back
to many days before this one.