Dust

Found this old relic going through an old blog, wrote it 6 years ago today

In my spine
I bear the weight of youthful days
The hours taking turns as they slowly peel back my skin
A series of twenty-four sacrificial ceremonies
A serial propagation of days into years
Within this system of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks:
I remember things
Like
Giant women
With hearts in various shapes and sizes
Some were road side bombs
And some ladybugs on the curves of my memories
Some had soft intentional gazes
And some banged my head against the walls of futility
Until my eyes popped out of my head

Too tired for that torment
I found a woman in the spirit of Venus
Through the night I found light
I found a diamond in the cracks of this city
And I'll never let it become tarnished
I guard my prize with my love
Like a pitbull unbeaten and cured
Teeth in the head, well trained

I found a diamond past the fog in this city
Awake but gliding we dance electric

I am not alone, but I am sick

Within this system of seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks:
I turn to ashes, to dust
the dust sits on the couch
the dust watches bad tv
the dust pities itself without cause
the dust has no patience for itself
the dust creates with no intention of changing the world
the dust paces around its little apartment
the dust watches itself grow old and fat
the dust wishes it weren't dust

I am dust
The last dinosaur
Left to watch the world burn