Month: April 2016

hey, it hurts!

there are hours
that roam in packs
and will cut you
if you throw them
a glance,

there are hours
that will play
all the wrong
kerosene games
while you lie awake,
sweating it out.

And all the while
there will be
this punishing silence,
enough of it to drown in
enough to get you wishing
for the dentist drill
boring, boring,
the novacaine discarded
the whole thing deepening
and you there,
crying to be alive.

Look,
I don’t know of
any cure,
and even if I did,
I’m not sure
you’d be the one
I’d share it with.