potential energy

whimper to the earth i can be

tell the formless sky i can be more

let night hide you

under stars that have gone away

but still echo

to people who are crying next door

under drowning whispers

to someone or something or just it all

that they are they are they are

while day peeks

and i find myself in front of the building’s janitor

who cannot speak English

and who i do not say hello too

the elevator goes deeper

than the basement

i notice

*

it burns to brag

but despite my amber collection

i make a pretty good corpse

commanding for some tune ups on my hollowing vocal chords

though it was usually just my belly

nervous for the day ahead

which would lead to a permament night

where i am looked upon

unknown as though in a crowd

wanting to say something

to imagine them as special

more special than me

but i never meet them again

against the loneliness together in their stupid little deaths

that shaped my hand now

over my belly

to stop it from roaring

and scarring the room like unused heat only can