Vacant Bodies

Turn the clock upside-down,
Flip me over too, and let me explore
All that is new with this change,
And bring me some happiness.

Standing straight on my two crooked feet isn’t any fun,
I’ve seen it all,
And yet, seen none.

The glowing sensation is upon me
Only when I’m in your arms,
But after those few short gazes,
We must be pried apart by a crowbar,
Broken and brittle separating the lonely carriages,
Because we must return to our caves, and remember
THE PAIN.

Back into the perpetually timeless sheet of white,
Wrapped up to lay dead.
But maybe,

screaming and kicking,

shouting and hollering,

bawling and helpless,

tortured in that cave,

is the only other way in my life

To feel alive.