the kind of day
my jaw bone gnashes on an invisible feast
craving to create
craving to feast on the creation
but with instrument missing from his stand
and sight taking the vacation i was meant to have
i am stripped
though a happy heart acts as an industrial grade furnace
this chill ripples beneath the skin in blues and slates
a continent’s distance within
the disparity between spectral beauty and simple pain
away with starvation
and
skeletal clenching
my
stomach is full on the
soon
of
songs
and
sun