Emptiness

       Eyes that see the dark
   Skin that feels absence of heat
       Ears that hear silence                                                                              Shard of pottery
                                                                                                          By its arc, it was quite large
                                         Water drips from leaf                                          Struck the ground quite hard
                                    Ripples spread; dead fish on shore
                                        Smooth forgotten stones


                                                                                       Shoes on wooden floor
Impenetrable                                                          Walls that echo every breath
Unknowable understood                                             Restless, idle hands
This is how it ends

Hunger

Echo, wallowing, glistening off of membranous walls
Capaciousness defined by cavernous sound and lack of touch
It goes on and on and on and on...

Wail, howl, glistening off of ivory fangs in savannah and jungle
What wanting, fingers claw into meat, tear and rend
Hunger for more, red slick, forearms, jowls, chest fur, and howl

Click, intonation, the moon glistens off the window
            it pools around the floor, making socks and papers sacred
Pallid chalky walls, frail and domestic with acrid human stench
            borrowed for years and years, traded, passed hands
Nonetheless tender, glowing warm skin, sweet and unknowingly eager
            supple muscle tenses behind fragile canvas for violent artist

Waiting

Waiting
   for a sign
Waiting
   across the vast expanse
Waiting
   up against the wall
Waiting
   leaning farther ahead

Sand builds up against my shoe
Even sound holds its breath
I stand in liquid glass
I could climb the atmosphere
   but it would break beneath me

Frost grows around my heart
   around my lungs, around my ribs
Spreading outward, ever outwards
   into my limbs
Can my eyes grow any wider,
   trying to drink in the time that passes
My mouth slightly parted
    as I try to taste the scent of time

Waiting
   for one clue, one hint
Waiting
   for the call
Waiting
   half the air pulses against
Waiting...