Rosy, golden haze breaks through the greige. Dark, lifeless sky.
I miss the sun on my pale, blue eyes.
The sun on my face? A vampire’s disgrace!
Winter is finally getting to me.
The wind has whipped, into the ether
and clouds slip, like a blip, and slide away into gray nothing monotone before I can comprehend.
I dream of snow. I dream of the sun. The crunch of cool.
November rain, December shadows, January freeze, this nightmare will not end.
Skipping stitches, a court of witches has taken my needle by storm.
Stretch knit slips. Stretch knit slips!?
Another scarred and tattered hem.
Gremlins in the machine? I think I’m going to steam!
From my face, the anger boiling in my heart…
Was this project doomed from the start?
Toss and turn.
Crash and hiss.
Waves break upon my mind’s own sigh.
I see distortion, of water in senseless motion.
I want to find an oasis,
the peace of pillow and sheets.
To rest and not wander.
Wondering whether I meant anything to you?
It’s rising in my mind.
Will I find a break in the tide?
Pondering my queue of regret, does 1:30’s Captain sail forward or back?
History wakes so I can’t sleep. Missing you.
The idea of you,
seems bigger than my eye shut.
But I’m a princess when you’re a pirate.
My sword, my cuts, sink our hope of steady winds.
Will I find a break from this tide?
I see distortion when words don’t take motion.
It’s bigger than the wind in the sails.
Hair in my eyes, hiding my hunger, my hunger to cut lines.
1:30’s Captain by the water of senseless fortune
I want an oasis!
The peace of pillow and sheets.
I miss you.
One Rabbit Riot 