i don’t know about my dreams
and the knowings that turned into guessings.
nothing is secured
as the wall trembles
and bricks fall
one by one by one by one
on the first of January 2011.
turning the corner to face anew
the old monsters
of beds past and closets future
i’m unsure of my next step.
goggles on and with a soldering iron in my hand
i look up at the pieces
that i tried to bring together.
holes greet me
like i did the dentist
before bleeding through my gums
the thoughts that couldn’t get past my tongue.

(read while listening to James Blake’s ‘Wilhelm’s Scream‘)