Morse Code

Don’t edit, speak up, speak clear,
You have been stationary too long
Befriend the chaos you crave,
So we can deconstruct with grace.

The music, too loud but we need it.
It sedates my mind violently.
Brings me back to now,
Whatever the fuck is in the now.

(these are strange times,
haven’t you heard?)

Some kind of untangling.
Led by the rabbit’s clues
Bring me to the undeniable
Asking how much of my future
Is determined by ghosts of the past?

(you know I’m not one
to love and forget.)

I think of him and it pulls me back.
He’s the inking of my inner doubts,
The setup to my self sabotages.
His eyes are so deep, so lovely, so tortured,
They mirror mine so melodically.

I get absorbed. I pull away.
Safety equals absence.
They taught me that,
And I can’t drop the pattern.

I hear a pulse in my throat,
Tapping out fierce morse code
Telling me it’s time to go home.
You’re not safe here anymore,
Here in your status quo.

I hear a pulse in my throat,
Tapping out fierce morse code
Telling me it’s time to go home.
You’re not safe here anymore,
Here in your status quo.