Wake Up

Wake up
The clouds are soaking up the light
Wake up
Hear the sun and people rise
Wake up
From seeking rest in restless dreams

Look up and see
Look down and breathe
Here we are
Again again again
But you’re there and
There and then

I Look up and see
I look down and breathe

"Put your things down at once
and dance in the rain with me."
But I took the box and ran because I was afraid that it would get wet.
"I am not afraid of the thunder," I shouted.
But there he was with his back towards me, his shirt dipping in the line of his spine and his movements - so beautiful because they struggled.
When he jumped, he treaded air and his mouth was so sad.
And I thought, fuck all this pessimism about heartache-sarcasm.
Here is something to cry about.

The Attic

In the attic there is
One desk
And no where to sit.
And the floor boards are each
Four inches apart
So that my lips fit through
Them and I can suck in
Cold tasteless air.
I am not afraid of falling
Through because I
Do not see what is
Underneath.
there is only a light, and beneath it
my dripping pen.