candela.

Where to take poor Candela?
When you become this still red room
Would you choose to believe
In make believe?
Follow a light that doesn't lead
Where then, does Candela sleep?

Mr. Nobody – sitting in the corner of my room

Nobody
cares about the Ohto ink
pen bleeding
The frigidaire machine blowing a casual gust
Into my lungs receding – and somewhere, maybe someday i

i will cough my heart out
Hoping it would be the end.

Then we could see – into a unified field theory
Mr. Nobody thinks aloud
with solid door bells
Sound off a faint glimmer, building the still outside

When we turn off the lights - a luminosity flickers
Sometimes i wish i wasn't with her at all

My bickering cloud as thick as a jar
Texas wildflower honey
That without one another, these days are better

Somehow i am sinking far under
Into the gulf.