In Between Living and Dying

hands upon the hilts grasping
at reality trying to hold
my head in my hands
slap my skin and knives slice
the bread and pass the
intersection where you were supposed to turn
around so i can hit you again in the face
to face with my mother and sorrow pours
the tea into tiny cups upon fragile saucers
flying in the night skitter back and forth
time this month you have made me give
me the roadmap please i need to find
out why the stars always seem to shine
that light over here charlie, i think there's
a monster in my closet please don't turn out the light
up another cigarette and sigh as the hot coal singes skin
another potato dear we need at least five
more days and i can get away for the
life of me i don't understand what happened
to the world i used
it last night while looking at the moon's eyes
stare at the luminous tube as it starts
the car engine, bringing it to life roaring
lions lying upon rocks
backwards and forwards, stifling
hot for february don't you think
about the family who love you
can't make the horse drink
another glass of wine waiting for the soup to cool
digs ya got here but the odor of trash is kind of strong
arms wrap about me and i shudder
as the frosted wind promises snow and ice
cream cones and popsicles so sweet
thyme and sage mixed together
you and i for life
is what you create in between
living and dying