last cup
There must be something to sustain me, some portion of poison, some measure of steam. The gray pavement, the glowing sky, all the cracked slabs and set pieces that match this lapse. Heavy eyes, empty with such ravening hours, full of nothing but pollen and wind. Dreams that stretch out to the breakers, dreams that stretch out past these invisible stars. The heat nests in my head, the hollow settles around my heart, the whole machine cold reticence and hopeful embers.
Odd flocks feast on the curbside trash cans, offering who knows what assorted maggots. Crows fight over a crushed bag of french fries, raucous and majestic beyond their tattered robes. The new day's fleet rumbles and squeals, singing that daily swan song of steel. Ribbons of pitch and gravel smothering the earth and warming the air. Every morsel offered seems harder and harder to swallow.
Pitch the salt over your shoulder, decorate the plate with the lime. Let the sugar shaker settle and the cream cool the tin. These moments sealed in bottles, these moments lost to steam. Mendicant, I cradle this cup in both hands. The emptiness I offer all that I hold.
There must be something to sustain me, some portion of poison, some measure of steam. The gray pavement, the glowing sky, all the cracked slabs and set pieces that match this lapse. Heavy eyes, empty with such ravening hours, full of nothing but pollen and wind. Dreams that stretch out to the breakers, dreams that stretch out past these invisible stars. The heat nests in my head, the hollow settles around my heart, the whole machine cold reticence and hopeful embers.
Odd flocks feast on the curbside trash cans, offering who knows what assorted maggots. Crows fight over a crushed bag of french fries, raucous and majestic beyond their tattered robes. The new day's fleet rumbles and squeals, singing that daily swan song of steel. Ribbons of pitch and gravel smothering the earth and warming the air. Every morsel offered seems harder and harder to swallow.
Pitch the salt over your shoulder, decorate the plate with the lime. Let the sugar shaker settle and the cream cool the tin. These moments sealed in bottles, these moments lost to steam. Mendicant, I cradle this cup in both hands. The emptiness I offer all that I hold.