idiosynCRAZY

I lie here.
And you gasp to tell the morning to rain and not wake me
HOw, when nothing could be so sad than a sobbing morning

I could only wake up and hope…
that it stops and you be the one
to rain for me.
Would you wait for me,
and rain for me?

Just the way you tell
your candid little story

under…
burgers and skies

when you take off just a little
of your cover and spill,

under
moonlight and fries

Those crazy heavy eyes
were mine more than once
for that was how I knew that
my wind-blown driftings
have only been drifting towards you…

while we talk in a slow pace,
eat,
everything in a slow pace

Now I lie here and you gasp to tell the morning not to
wake me

No more burgers, no more skies
no more moonlight
no more fries.

Just a sobbing morning.

-bejay

Now, I crashland

He trolls by that narrow side
Leaping, and telling

If there ever was…

And if everyone knew his story
They could never have listened

     And they never,
     with a smile
     with a jeer

A laugh of sugary mock
A laugh of crystalised luck…
How he knew
how one night spelled
Empty seesaws creaking
and birds that have gone insane
Have lost their names…
watchfully careless
Twisting their necks to
     know who pirated their songs.
Crashing into
     the leaking glass windows.

      And they crashland

And how that night drew
resident frogs leaving
And  flies that have lost
       the game
they never came…
When the uninsured paddlers
        hummed pain like a stolen song
Accidentally frying themselves
        with their own dimlights

         And they crashland

They would die
And he would tell, like none of the
others can tell:

Completely how they sounded
Completely how they played
Completely how, completely how…

With a grin, with a little pride.

       And would crashland.

       I wish he knew I listened…

                          -bejay