Tonight, Fog Is My Sentence

  Tonight,

    fog is my sentence

Full moon behind cloud

    my paragraph

     my wish lives in books

where hearts ignite and float

drift, shine, sweat and bleed

tonight, sirens scream through fog

wet roads down below glisten like a dirty mirror

  I love when Heaven Cries.

Back inside,

 

Staring at white ceiling expecting inspiration to drop stories

In my head

Instead I’m left to sink alone in quick sand

Wisped back in time to recall when I hammer blasted that tough retaining wall

2 summers ago before I got my picture taken in the paper accidentally

  

 7 cans of red bull later  with no food 10 hours straight, no break,

the jack hammer felt like a city bus in my hands

at the end of the day

covered in concrete dust, blood speckled on my arms

skyscrapers bleeding smoke in my heart, setting fire to Babylon’s stinky city

heavy snow fall behind my eyes covered your foothills with my dreams

I’ve been sweeping concrete pieces from the steps of Noisy empires trying to find a way to die,

fast and hard

 

I awoke 11 skeletons from my secret closet to see if they would kill me

Trying their best I awoke the next day coughing up 2 quarts of blood

Then limped down cold stairs leading to the basement to find

A child about to hang himself

His face covered in blood

No spark in his eyes

I reached out to try and save him but he threw a hammer (he was hiding behind his back

 as if he was expecting me) right at my face while screaming something that made my skin crawl

 

Something you hear from a wild animal at the end of its rope

A visceral, gutter, swamp cry rising from the pit of nightmares

I’ve been pacing up and down this blasted deck

Trying to get his voice out of my bleeding brain

Tonight, fog is my sentence

As I sink into its dream cloud

Lost, cold   alone   naked   bleeding

Covered in concrete dust

A boy hanging from a rope

Blood on his face

Howling wolves in his throat

  

 Tonight, full moons are my paragraphs

As they rise in the ghost-like night

Haunted  reaching screaming

Soaked in the dust of Empires

I’m waiting for my wish that lives in books to break open and rise

Climb, rise up and out from every page

To break down, knock down, hammer down every brick in their wall.

I want to be covered in sweat and dust, my heart ablaze with miracles

Tonight, hard work, the past, fog, and full moons become my page.

Tonight, I heard wolves escape a child’s throat and thought

“Watch out when soft whispers turn to violent, violent rage.”