Writ in white.
Whites of our eyes.
Blood shot eyes
Sleep deprived.
Loosing sleep
In our dreams.
Living behind closed doors.
Doors to our soul.
Empty.
Smile.
Writ in white.
The ink in my skin.

I leave all my windows down until I can't stand the cold
And my hair is blown by the wind until it's dry

I take to the road until it can no longer take me away
And I think of you until I'm saved by the thought of anything else

I go until all the radio stations sound of static
And I wait for the sun to rise until it hits me that maybe this time it won't

I drive until I don't know where I am
And every time I get a little further

Time moves in one direction
Memory in another

She argues the broad definition of love

"Give it a spit shine I say"
"Examine it with my magnifying glass and mag-light" she adds
We look and see our friend who suffers from psoriasis
Cracked hands and lips
Bleeding

His words began to sprawl and spiral

"Stop being so evasive
Get on with your wishful thinking
And your search for silt"
"Check the crevices of brick pavers"
"See the baseline and note the incongruence of unmarked graves"
"They took the Hippocratic oath and sang the hypocritical ode until the day they died"
"You got that *** of ABC gum and your security blanket so doze off"
"They hired absent minded chaperons to watch the die hard death defyer "
"There is a time and a place for everything
Between time and space there is anything
No rhyme or reason
For the x-ed out calendars and changing seasons"

We had no idea how to respond to any of this, notwithstanding we gave it a great deal of thought
       -Tommy Johnson

I've lost countless hours of sleep to these nightmarish thoughts of mine as they engulf me from the inside out...trying to write them, to let them escape, but my face remains as blank as the empty paper.

something is gonna happen in nine hours?
why did God just tell me that?