To my missed-missed connection or to the empty-empty hold in my life

Portland OR

Description

strolling by a quiet scene staring up towards the sky bleak and barren lacking sheen cant read cant sleep useless motion useless thoughts stuck counting sheep to and from and back again cube of steel chugging chugging along square of sky and grass in tin unsettling blackness creeps through my veins everyday a new taxing toll gutted out like an empty bowl Strolling by a quiet scene, Staring up towards the sky, Bleak and barren, lacking sheen, Down I go, there you lie. Can’t read—can’t sleep, Useless motion, useless thoughts, Stuck counting sheep, On the ‘sill, your planted pots. To and from and back again, Cube of steel chugging chugging along, square of sky and grass in tin. You’ll be pissed I’m still humming this song Unsettling blackness creeps through my veins, Everyday a new taxing toll, Gutted out like an empty bowl, Then you reach out, filling the hole.