I am so bone weary.

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A co-worker of ten years died last week. So sudden, and unexpected. I have been writing alot to make myself feel better. Morbit though.


I am so bone weary, my tears leak, down my neck, down my shoulder blade, tipping on my nipple.
My tear, tipping on my nipple, creeps down, hitting belly, and button,
down through my pubic, the most quiet of zones.
Hope it dries, before it denies, my ancient thighs, carried down all the way
to the ground, with such great balance.
I dream while standing, laying predicts death, lying, keeps the black time away.
Green is the grass, dug a hole, grass becomes brown, bury my friend, wrap her up.
close your eyes,
open your eyes, your friend is green, there is no hole.
Start the day with a smile. Though teeth gone, lost my bet, choose life, look
closer, there is nothing.
Roots twine around my finger bones, creativity dwarfed by eye, open vision.
Cracked mirror, splits my face, cracks of red, show the flesh beneath the mask. Can you see?
Sadness a wash, all characteristics, in all steel muscles, in all fleshtone flesh, in all silence. The tiredness, is refined, so subtle, it creeps upon me,leaking from top to bottom.
There is a sadness, adds, help one not to sleep, searching for youth.
Looking for the answer, reading a multitude as paper slips through
my fingers, leaving black ink on my face, while i rub my sleepy eyes.
My head has seen better days, dead brown, streaked with tears of white.
I'm so bone weary can't remove myself, from the truth, told sideways is a lie.
Blue, seen better days, getting out of bed, cover me gently, with music that heals.