Sunglasses

Five minutes

Maybe six

That's all I have left

give me my drug again

I'm bleeding that clear blood

Translucent droplets--pericardium's perspiration

In the galley of ship

Weighed down

This tiresome journey

Lord, I'm going to need that bucket

To bail out those droplets

They're forming an alliance

We're sinking again

The crew

They haven't seen the sun for days

Steady monotonous monotonous headache

Angry, Lethargic, Zeroes, Hateful, Erratic, Injurious, Memory?, Engulfed, Repetitive, Apostrophe, Sadness

Smiles--the last weapon, the last hurrah

The last ray through the clouds

The last gulp of air before the drowning

The last...

Lord, save me

Two minutes...

But save the crew

Save their souls

Their hardworking souls

When they try to find the word

Or the story

Or just the comb or brush

Or...You

One minute

One minute

That's all I have left

My convulsions, my fits, my Lord

My sunglasses, so close

A parking lot's walk from here

Anywhere but here

Give me my guise

So I can voyage home

And start it all over again tomorrow...