Make Us Look Insane

Cigarette capsized
Warm, alone, some
Suspended say
"The wreck was beautiful
And now we hang,
It seems we're left to go our way"
As smoke, escape.

The drowning roll
Submerged in shame
Lonesome in their lovely gait
Through the chambers of the heart of the ocean
Tumbling until the floor
Resigns from sinking any more.
Contemplates, but never once does separate
A single honest question
From miasma, from confusion.

The lids of tide
The Waters eye
Blink thund'rously
With life received.

Being Sent to Sleep (You'll be Made a Chair for Ghosts)

A lonesome planet spins and gives
It's weight in light and silk like threads
That pulls you from the dream you've had