Rest by Hudson Aimless

how reassuring seem the dreams
          extended lovingly into the sky by sockless feet.
how eternal appear unmeasurable wants
          sought blindly by tiny hands, soft as whispers.

you can't know how dark the sky gets --
you see no difference between the sun, a smile, a
street lamp above.
you've never found yourself lost like shattered glass,
          on the other side of town.

lie still and hear the flow of breath that races new
within you.
when you cry, your tears are beautiful
          with untarnished righteousness.

lie still and let the nectar flood you, washing your
blood.
when you drink, your hands exalt God
          with faith undiminished.

one day you'll peer through eyes,
sunken into scratches, worn pockets of cold air.
your hands forgotten school chums,
          cast to slums,
          bar flys
          slipping off stools
          on the other side of town.

one day you'll feel endless cold tear your throat,
charred from swallowing humiliation.
your lips doped lovers,
          unwanted whores,
          filthy birds
          staggering in spills
          on the other side of town.

you'll feel how cold the sky can get when they shoot
out the last light.
by then -- do you see how it chills me to say it?
by then, every thought will have turned to paper or to
poison.
dreams you'll tear into sloppy squares
and lose among envelopes and razors
or throw into the sewer to go as unnoticed as a
shattered street lamp

at four in the morning
on the other side of town
colapsed in the corner to take your rest,
          your sockless feet
          dark with the dirt
          you've pounded hard
          above my coffin.