jitterbug

something I found, that I had written on paper a few months ago:

Attics light in light sources
Attic's light lights up one last time
Addicts light up one last time
No one is in the rooms
The groan - was it
Light entering the bulb,
The floor suffering weight?
The light and the floor suffer to wait
Holes push light in like fingers
Puncturing a skinless fruit
Juicy dripping - juice sticking to the wood
Would smoke push the light to the surfaces?
Vibrating in
Place, the walls,
Wood smoke

Bulbs crashing from the sky
Spilling light from A mind
Hope
Flies
On the surface
Stuck in this
Moment
Bodies pressed together like lips over secrets
Can't be kept
Laughter in the lack of light
Quivering in withdrawal

the sound at night you think is a gunshot, but are not sure

This bitter wine makes words taste sweet
But I'm choked up
The blood that soaked my feet
Was so cold and thin
I didn't have trouble prying the gun from your fingers
Not because of your grip
Though I must admit, alive
You looked more gaunt and grim
The room is starting to spin
Holding your heart in my fingers
I examine the exit wound
I would curl up and die in your chest
If I knew it would save one of our souls
The chambers remain impregnated
With bullets
And even if you wouldn't believe it
The universe will ache without you
Even if it reaches around looking for the source of pain
Finding nothing but twitching skin
The sky is kind enough to hide the stars
Out of commemoration to your life
And disappointment in your choice
Or it's just really cloudy
And I can't keep anything in or out of my mouth
Words drip down this page
Splashed with my dizziness and want of sleep and
Reaching for the release
Which buries you deeper than six feet