honor | reverb
2005-12-07 : 4:33 p.m. "work sleep eat toss leave"
what comes at the end?
work, sleep, eat, toss, leave
leave leave
"i always want to run away,"
through the places no one has ever been
"he'll look just like you,"
i know time and time again,
"it's everywhere you go,"
stranger every minute but i try to
try to push it away like it won't resurface
in a few minutes
"there's something in the city for me,"
but is there a place i can stay?
maybe a place where everyone's moving
so i'll forget how still i remain under
your awning in the winter
but we're walking through the snow
black sheets, yellow walls and i knew you couldn't say
you'd always be there for me
but there's a time when you'll have to say
"things have changed,"
and i'll turn inward
tossing and turning under skin until
the bones are on my outside
working until my bones have been shaved
to resemble an honorable person
eating until my hips have swollen
into the form of a potential mother,
tossing until they're flushed away,
and CRYING until they come back
and CRYING when they come back
and CRYING AND CRYING because there's no in-between this fucking dimension
and CRYING until i'm bound to the mirror that keeps the reflections it yields in its pocket
and LEAVING AND LEAVING AND GETTING FARTHER AWAY from anywhere you could difn em