Broken Boy

 

I move on everyday from an empty place

I move on everyday to an empty place

And you are a broken boy

 

Is a bucket here with me in this empty place

Fills up with all the leaks in the empty space

 

And I take it with me where I go

 

It’s the water I bear that proves the place

It’s the water I bear that disavows the place

And I take that with me where I go

 

 

And the whorish moon

Brushes off the dreams

That glisten in an eye

That is gazing up

Blankly staring at the moon

Stare not see

Sigh not breath

Consumer consumed

I’m a broken dream

Filling up the quiet sea

 

  I drink to sleep

lost among the quiet

where the starlight’s dim

I drink to weep

fastening the flesh like stone

It hurts to breath

the seams between the minutes

are the only dream

outside the broken dream

filling up the quiet

sea

 

 

I move on everyday from a empty place

I move on everyday to a crowded place

 

And I am a broken boy

And I take it with me where I go