of eyes that see

smell it
savor all
watch the sky
feel the dry
then soak
up
all the rain
it has its sound
I need a drink.
fires
burn brightest
thoughts of endings
beginnings
I don't need to see
for I can contemplate
feelings...
fevers
of its sweeter tenderness
for an evil deed
death and
despair...
life and
fresh air
this is our breed
loners...
stoners...
talkers...
traitors...
poets...
artists...
braver...
never the wiser
understanding
thoughts unknown
fueling
as it does
bullet proof
so fragile
shatter like glass
stand though
make it
fake it
real or gone
some are
better
aged like wine
stiff as whisky
common
as the youth
we all were.
kinder
meaner
beauty
smaller
smiles
comes though greater joys
then go up in smoke
and set down
in
a better place
on someones face
feeling the void
so deep
underneath
this skin
burning bright as the night
shutter at its thoughts
then stay
awake.
tonight
for I can stare
at this moon
this is
nothing
but all we are
something's
differ
then lay
rest
for all I am
is what ive become