12:34 a.m.

the weight of dead air lurking within the dark hovers
until the cold gravity of another day gone
gives way
allowing the regrets to slowly crush down upon my chest

causing each breath that used to dance between sleeping and dreaming

to limp in silent midnight residue
and each murmur within my heart
to slowly care less and less

fire water

mother nature is frustrated and angry

father time chuckles and smirks

while we blissfully stumble through our daze

as if our self importance actually exists

... .thurlo.

so tired all of the time

geek gods within kaleidoscope skies toil

shooting stars vibrate against my thigh
pixelated fireworks cascade from my hand

yet you focus on everything that went wrong
this night

and you also wonder why
i am so tired
all of the time

... .thurlo.

i am the pen

i am the pen

that bridges my essence

onto paper

i am the brush

that climaxes - exhausted

onto canvas

i am my own ism

i am my own god

i am my own universe

bleeding internally

whispering out loud

listen to me

...from the collection 'untilted'

 - .thurlo.