Starry-Eyed Thieves

Starry-Eyed Thieves

A Poem by Aaron Brammeier

Kill the morning

and escape the night

it comes like a thief

to steal our souls and our grief

consumed like

black hate of the dark

through gritted teeth I spit

curses and reviles upon the very thing I loved

she sleeps in my bed…

dear god she sleeps in the rafters

she sleeps in the walls and the morning afters

i am no longer sure who I am

looking for the thing I lost

…it left and never returned

taking with it my faith and my resolve

so tell me dear where can we go to escape

did our sweat mix into poison

did we bleed our desires

until death escaped like ghosts

that were not our choice to give up

lets exclaim with joyous despair

the pathways found to hell

sucking the seeds of the unborn

down throats like corpus books

we wrote our own names in

just lies hidden within

and exclaimed with throats of disguise

that we had found joy

while we read our tears aloud

and laughed  to drown out

our own rain

I wish time would die

dismember seconds

decapitate hours

deconstruct days

just make it stand still

and let me pass by

so I could smash every clock

that counted the ways I fucked up

let us smash gas pedals into nothingness

make engines groan with despair

while we drive my dear

drive until we fall off the edge of the word

where sound has no concept

and our lungs collapse within our ears

love no longer correlated to our scars

floating above the stars

just scream “F**k it” and blaze

through dynamo’s and titans

who crashed their ways into our hearts

© 2012 Aaron Brammeier


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Great flow to this poem , I wish time would die... what beautiful lines and capitavating . Very deep thoughts.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The idea of going from killing the morning to escape the night to, at just about the end, floating above the stars, is breath taking.

Posted 12 Years Ago


so I could smash every clock
that counted the ways I fucked up
let us smash gas pedals into nothingness
make engines groan with despair
while we drive my dear

LOVED this part, think your write is amazing

Posted 12 Years Ago


"she sleeps in my bed…
dear god she sleeps in the rafters
she sleeps in the walls and the morning afters"

Love it! Cheers

Posted 12 Years Ago



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