a milk bowl of emotion

[lampofdiogenes]

my tentacle like

fingers

burning ink stains

on these pages

tells me

i'm still here.

a milk bowl of

emotion

undisturbed out on

the table

let's me feel

i'm alive.

but a whisper

not a headache

fills my head like

a thousand demons,

only

no one hears.

on the doorstep

dirty threadbare,

a throw rug like

a daydream

greets

the morning sun.

my coffee seems to

drink me,

as i unfold

in

it's soft steam,

unsure if

i'll ever feel like

this again.

and sometimes i wonder,

if i ever...

really..

feel.

(c) 02 feb 2010 d.e. eastmond jr.