in my apartment

i made an error mathematically
speaking (or screaming)

and took three
for the team,
accidentally

on the bright side- looking
at it brightly; at least

i learned an entirely
brand new and unique
way to dream...

i wish there were a way
to have just a taste,

i wish i were just a pretty face-
that would be easy; seemingly.

and somewhere very, very
close to these bodies

yet further than a Greek sea
could ever carry

others are talking
in languages

you could never
begin to read

languages you'll never read
let alone hear

with cotton stuffing
your tiny, tiny ears.

doors are closing,
tears are turning

into puddles deep
enough to drown in

in my apartment;

in my apartment,
which i can barely rent,

there is a stream of unconsciousness
writing cluttering the desks of my head,

there is a stream of discontentment
trickling in between the ceiling and bed,

there is dirty sunlight in
a busted syringe,

there are some broken
hearts i borrowed

(in a stack next to the
yoga mats)

but forgot to give
back.

the windows (once again)
are painted black
or opaque

...it's too bent to break,
remember? remember?
we forget

Ulysses licked the grease
from the toilet seat

while routes dissolved
in my coffee.

Achilles and Agamemnon are laughing
because everybody can see

that the Armageddon
is here already

therefore, it will never be coming.

somewhere...over there, maybe
others or lovers are laughing
in languages

you could never
begin to read

languages my eyes
cannot read

due to miosis
and lack of sleep

i made an error mathematically
speaking (or screaming)

and took three
for the team,
accidentally

on the bright side- looking
at it brightly; at least

i learned an entirely
brand new and unique

way to dream.