Misaligned

For the spectacular escape that was being planned
Senses had to be aligned in complete misalignment
The stage of things disagreeing, sound against vision
Moon against sun
So that light would become dawn,
and daylight would leave never to return
At least for tonight

And though it remains a surrender
Without a single trace of any fight
And if anyone might still return to their birth selves
Changes will have taken place already
At the speed of light, sound
and as fast as ears can hear
the silent explosion from senses blown apart

Mass destruction deconstruction
And emotion pouring out
through eyes, ears and mouth
Imploding away without a single trace
of any fight
But with plenty of fright to show
Until finally giving up
is too late to choose in a row
of options to run for
Drip by drip,
the moon melts from every mouth in the room
burning like fire when touching the floor
Setting fire to it all

It's blown, after all
For the spectacular escape that was being planned
The stage of things disagreeing, sound against vision
Moon against sun
Death against life
and life against fun.

Fridge Message

Wait for me, dressed and ready
Steady lying, insistently trying
Before I arrive, make sure
you're ready to go
Keep away from the bathroom
and don't become the gargoyle
spitting out frustrations and desires while sitting
on the windowsill
I may not know or understand the way you feel
but I love you still
and I don't want you to get me wrong

If I could build you a song
A symphony of mistakes
The paths not to be taken
in every single note
Even when I'm away,
keep safe and strong
so when I arrive
I just want you to be home

With love, so long

The Slightest

The slightest chance of things working out
was enough for her to jump from her bed
Enthusiastically getting up and having things done
Pillows set, and on the shelf books she never read
Just for the slightest chance of being fulfilled
Like the glass of milk from the morning after
but not as white or as cold
Something like the children playing outside,
but not seeking for what to hide
Just surfacing what is hidden instead.
Perfectly fitting, the glass of milk on the shelf
by the books never read out loud
Enough for her to jump from her bed,
and to happily agree things are right,
working out.