poem for when the lights come on

i could smell creosote in the morning breeze

and yet it had not rained

i woke up and examined a future

for once i’m not dreading to be a part

it’s coming back so unfamiliar

i’m not ready to be apart

this could be the start

the last one

so for now i’ll stop to look at flowers

and wonder if you think of me

desire is so embarrassing 

but i want you, admittedly

a somber thought for a present feeling

something about this makes ending disturbing

it’s unfortunate, darling, that everything dies

because for eternity should exist your eyes

i deemphasized things by buying more of them

i called mirrors unnatural while i stared in them

the part they don’t know

i tried to die for them

the part you can’t hold

i’ll try to fly for them

do i have to leave when you turn the lights on

i just want you, you just want me gone

i could feel that i had been under an umbrella

and yet it had not rained

eye of a rabbit (i think)