The smell of wet paint
On canvas
Greets me like an old friend
As I walk into my room
Remembering what I have forgotten
Forgetting what I no longer need
Letting go of expectations
Shedding the past
Hugging myself through sadness
Cradling my crazy brain
Like a warm, breathing jewel
That gives off bright sparks
Every now
And then
A crow
Is nesting in my chest
It is calling to me
Every morning
Rising with its mighty black wings
Spreading softly across my heart
At dusk
It gathers the remnants of my day
Strands of hair
Dry leaves
Dustballs and flakes of skin
Unfinished thoughts
And forgotten memories
To build its nest
A bed for my sorrow and my joy
To sleep side by side
I need a blank canvas
an empty page
a song not yet written
I need nothingness and potential for everything
I need a rose and a cigarette and a new tattoo
I need crows and bourbon
Do not tell me anything
I do not want to listen
I need sun and flowers and dirt
I need new boots and
I need to know you are ok
I need the world to stop and never end
Do not set yourself on fire
I need to be a pebble at rest at the bottom of a river
I need black paint and a broad brush
Today I need
Another song
Another story
Another canvas
While you were sleeping
