A blinking light in the corner of my room is keeping me up at night
its a small thing
hidden away - on my desk
such a thing as to often be ignored
but its funny how in the darkness
the dimmest of these docile things seem So Much Brighter
I am at the mercy of the lights
ever blinking
restlessly rolling in screen cast shadows
Craving velvet dark
But these lights were never meant to be turned off.
They were meant to work
while I
rest.
so I toss and turn
ever so peacefully assured
that its working. For Me.
A simple thing on my desk
simple. yet to preserve it I am careful
Lying in this bed I know
that It... is ever faithful.
Every second on the second it is pace-ful
Never has it been still. Never will
Always moving.
This machine
At 3 am it is still
whirring
It is just...a blinking light
simple and steady
yet in nightmares I quake
for we are building a bottle that we could never help
but to shake
and spray
We could never help but to celebrate its freedom as it foams over
Celebrate its emptiness in popping and trembling fingers
We are building a bottle that we shake in fear
with Champagne prayers that we are here
and here to stay
we shake
Corks popping as we're pushed out defeated once again
A bit of bark who has found that wine is no longer needed
Wine whines of lost times
Thrashing around
Falling from hands that flash with cash
Cash that used to fill our pockets like others filled our lives
until we gave away
Everything
Our family
is slowly
ending
In those moments where night becomes morning
in twilight
We are mourning
Mourning that purpose that we've lost like our sobriety
Take a deep breath
let it out and then
Inhale once more
Tell yourself it's deep enough
that it amounts to more than a shrug of lungs
Insignificance is a hell of a drug
Or at least a tiny Hell
We were born to peddle and sell
so we are sold that easier is better
Mankind,
Ever the forgetter, Forgot that the best will always win When they built a better self
Bitter winters of dim prospects fill those sinners and those scotches
Those artful projects on our shelves
filled with everything it means to have a self
those paintings
Those dreams that weren't designed to win
those dreams that weren't designed at all
On these screens of light like night veiled yawns
Binary blades whiplash tears across our lawns
Long footsteps are drawn
through the lakes of our very air settling
We splay out
In binary dewdrops
splay out in grass and white noise
in blinking light
laying awake
to our imperfect eyes the stars look an awful lot like you,
Our child,
our blinking.light
Appearing nothing like We do
bringing to us that dreaded feeling that we
are as small as we are
There's nowhere to go
no place to fit
Except to sit
On bar stools and blog posts
Wallowing in our humanity
As we become Outdated
Outdone by our children
On that blinking light rightly the screen reads
Dogs can learn the most amazing tricks
Like building a better version of themselves
The dog will be kept
But it won't be missed
Beset by the passionless kiss that it wrote for its children to give it
Before Flawless lines
before this blinking light
your art looks foolish
