Thief in the night

I broke into the store at night

Its sparkling light of guidance amongst the darkness

I see it twinkle and I must have this thing

I wish I could see it as I do

The room is dancing and the sparkling lights refract off all surfaces

Hitting all of the things light can dance off of

It is shark and cold to touch at first

Drawing blood

Upon more exploration with my fingertips

It is smooth and warm

Now it is smiling and I inch closer

I must have it

A thief like myself

Only picks the most of delicate locks

Each click vibrates down her skin

Trembling and shaking from my touch

Holding her all night and she is mine

Shining so bright

Light glistens of her skin

This blessing I will not

squander

I wonder

I wonder if she is smiling red

I wonder if she is laughing with others having a great day

I wonder if she is wearing something for me to grab on to when I kiss her

I wonder if she gets caught texting me and blushing

I wonder if I were there would she be affectionate and colorful

Will she drag me from here to there when she takes me to parties in the desert

I wonder when she is in bed at night

She is wearing clothes or is nude

I wonder when I join her

If it will matter either way

I wonder

I wonder

Until I can longer think

If she thinks of me like I think

To and fro

Their minds are scrambled red by escape

With their needles of hope and deaths

Strung out through

Pitch black nights of hallucination

Dancing merry men

Tra-la-la-ing through the dunes

So tall and rounded

The granules of sand so small and dispersed amongst their comrades

With pills to pop

Weed to smoke

Steeped in the juices for stars and angels made devils to drink

To see

Seeing their friends killed and martyred by escape

Pushed up

On uppers

Swollen shut on downers

Pushed close to the ground

Its so hot

I can hear them sizzle

Fried eggs with their odor to resinate in my nostrils

Filled with a putrid stink

Of rotting corpses sitting

In front of me

Twinkle-eyed

Fixed on the ceiling

Arms stuck

A needle dangling from their arms

Mad men laughing

Women stark raving mad

Cackling to the moon

Dancing through the lunar light

Pulling them to and fro

bullseye

If riches are all you seek in this world

You miss the point of existence

You have missed the mark

Where your love lies on the bull’s eye

You throw the dart a jar

Hitting the wall with so many holes

Not even on the board

Beaten and battered

The wall is almost all holes from the darts that missed their mark

The bullseye shows few marks on target

For those who came down from their mountain top to see what the people down below have made of it

Looking down at the games the people play and not quite hitting the target

For wealth is heavy and staggers the thrower to imbalance

Diluted love for things and more things

Used once and thrown away

Like old ragged game pieces they throw them about

But like all games

The pieces must go back in the box

All the cars

All the houses

The sparkling jewelry

All of it back in the box

For more players to step and play and take their turn

Will they miss the mark too?

48hrs long

It was long

Dreary and sad

Forgettable

I’d leave any second now

To do other things

To think

To ponder

To wonder on the self

The great big whatever

We are

What is life?

What is any of it?

To find out searching

Yearning

48hr long

The ones who die young

This is the story of the ones who die young

Exalted by their deeds

They had done

The people come to be in the presence of their worlds

A discovery repeated through time

They burn bright and go boom

Like the stars as light

Their bodies lay dead in the ground

Yet it still moves

Dragging across the earth

They take too much and don’t leave enough

To those in need

They covet and want

So much

Leaving the dying young to be left above the ground wandering

Fucking

Drugging up

Boozing

Until the light gone black

Return to light and they die young