Razor Blades, Blisters and Time

No one to see the cosmic rejection
to laugh
there will be no gossiping in my head
while my sheets
are drenched with my oneness.

Caffeine and Nicotine are my comforters
words fumbling, meanings lost
almost all the same
only the names are changed.

I resign to the alarm clock
who’s warning signals the start or
end of another day.
who’s really counting though

I pull the blankets around me to ward off
the inevitable
somewhere in my neither sleep i call her name
and she speaks to me.
warm and promising.

in fever pitch i hold her
squeezing her tight against me
my words flowing to her
she hears my confession
but i am again fooled.