fingers

sometimes when i wear you on my finger, your head is upside down.
i dont always speak in riddles.
i hate speech.

o the torturous we.
inescapable
my minds vocabulary is trapped in.
when asked questions it pops up. or just you.
but never me.
is this how its supposed to be.

and to the others
i think of you always
i wear you like a hood
and you don't always protect me
from all that you should
why did our paths ever cross
will you ever hold me again
even if it is just for a moment in your eye.
i am lost with this i.

who am i without you.
why is there no more.
will you forget?
or do you think about the rainy days when we met

don't let me disappear... again.

to the disinegrating:

i want to be like you.

fade.

nothing makes sense
but its all in its right place.

Munich

twist

twist your arm around to the portion of my brain

where music was the sedative

and sedative turns sharply towards projection

identity

it is so quiet now

puddles and the sound of breath

when did the weather change?

when did i ...

longing for sedatives nevermore

the road is narrow, true...

but must it be straight?

mine twists and turns, inclines and falls

gnarled tree branches...

but what happens when it stops?

more silence

rain on me