We Might Get Well Tomorrow - A Series Of Poems

I Pilot Skin

I flirt with sleep
I rot to wake
I watch the sky
I crash with earth

I let you all in
I shut my heart out
I move lips to speak
I smash in silence

I let thoughts wander off
I struggle hanging on
I swirl in the flashes
I surrender at dark

I donate all my rivers
I relate in the deserts
I transfer all my dead weight
I pretend chained balls feel light

I entertain with void actions
I stare blanks at The Great Nothing
I know I have blurry reasons
I don't understand puzzle bombs

I feel safe, entombed in my own walls
I belong flat among the street floors
I see talking weapons scattered close
I don't watch speeding cars from afar

I forget what I lost for a second
I spiral back to shells after hours
I long for outstretched arms of sympathy
I burn in the spotlight of your pity

I find flames reignited at the centre
I see myself sporting teeth in the distance
I believe I'm capable of absorbing
I Surround myself with old ignored mirrors

I wrestle with the sky for what I know
I do next what I can never predict
I don't let my legs be used by demons
I suffer blindly over careless gods

I weigh my time ; use it for myself
I wait for earth to crash for all else
I slow down swimming in fake answers
I follow the pointless question marks

I take my pain and make it yours
I pilot skin like it was mine
I collect fragments in woodland
I lose my drive on the street roads

We Might Get Well Tomorrow
But fall apart the next day
I hold what makes me human
I mock a well dressed zombie

I slump and joke in crowds
I'm in a one man line
I have time slam towards
I watch fate slip away

I see worth in frowns
I rot with a smile
I lift my head up
I put my heart down

I defy death
I'm short of breath
I'll cope with change
I'm not the same

I pilot skin
That's not my own
I'm lost in death
I embrace it.