What If All the Matter

didn't i look up hoping to see the sky fall you ignore down is its opposite writing from the grooves that print my fingers i see the hapiness i could have goat did he mean got caught a splinter of light in fingered tips rode an autumn leaf on its way down the drain Upstart starts up i write of crysal shape cities trapped within the concrete at my feet i write of ring arose with clouds of differing greys of eyes with nothing behind cuts and bruises outline my prone trying to never learn writing lies the truth wont turn did ya miss me should have bought better scopes Sneak behind you with unsheathed pen your sopping bled just fuel-topical or what for my quill will to not have one Upping daisies in liquid green as breeze trickles by each blades never use my mind to fight all you unarmed the buzzing fly in attic space where from side slanted windows moon fingers from an empty box pull and pool with lines of light dancing dust fairies diamondize in its gentle stroke this poem has a lot of ups and downs