Re-Bound

In shades of blue, I become you,
Dying every minute with redness.
Your amber-like anger excites me,
Fills me up,
And I want to be you.

There is a ghost on our shoulders,
And she is wearing yesterday’s emotions.
She haunts us from street to street,
And he kissed me in the bar.
But you did not care.

From our tattered yesterdays,
I glaze tomorrow into an earthen mug.
It holds my coffee and sometimes rum.
It holds us here, between my index and thumb.

Maybe we were just too young.
I am in rebound, re-bound from pieces of broken paper,
Sheets of worthless emotion,
Worn with eons of repetition.
I play the part well.

Legions of madness are on my heels now,
If I run, I only enrich their anger.
They are determined to catch me,
And bury me in sadness as I remember you.
My exit reveals itself in a song,
And she sings me to sleep.

In corners of the sun I find refuge,
Because the sun in my mind’s eye,
Is Hexagon in character,
Pointed and jointed,
Exciting and sharp.
I wake.

There is an empty can to my left,
And a broken boy to my right.
I am in no quarters I recognize,
And this is not my bed.
Achilles jumps through the walls,
And carries me on his back.
And speeding fast and away,
We make it to Olympus.

So fuck you.