Recycle

I thought you were a hoarder,
I love stories about little things.
Turns out you have none for me anymore.
Aren't you the best?
You are and you cannot deny it,
who else would ever think of me this much
and then toss aside?

The end

It's done,
the betrayal was short,
but it stretched the hours
into a universe of eternity.
Pacing brought to a halt,
mulling brought to a stop,
sunshine cease,
breathing crumple into a spitball.

Goodnight

The window blinds won't close
all the cups have coffee stains,
a red and black bug is crawling around
the bits of paper I have been throwing out,
the phone rings,I don't answer it,
the music clefs hit the bass and trebles
making the discarded candy wrappers tremble.
The leaves are still not free from slavery
of the high and low winds,
the dogs have awakened for their nightly jaunts,
the paintbrushes lie frustrated
from a creative block.
I climb to the top of the pillow tower
to keep a watch over my dream territory.

Sine Wave

There's magic in beginnings.
If you still find it in the middle somewhere,
make sure you see it at the end.

Countdown

One by one
the matchsticks burnt
to the ground
leaving us in darkness.
For now, we are.
But soon we'll forget our memories,
you will evolve
into an unknown presence
which I'll need to fight
to save myself and escape.

Zip

Discow '72