the sun rays sneak through the holes of my blinds
and my hips pop and crack as i grudgingly make my way through the empty hallways
my feet hurt from the thick calluses
left from the thousands of miles of harsh heated stones

my mouth has the permanent taste of cold brewed coffee
and my counter tops are filled with lonely rings of cold coffee cups

my laces are stuck in the knots that I have tightened
and my shoes have thick muck from the overgrown jungles and the musky swamps that I
have manifested from.

my yard is covered with broken bottles that shine like the stars
but my heart’s a thousand colors, lost in a bazaar

and in the dusty light, or the dark of night i ponder and pace
on my cluttered dark broken bottled place
and listen to the creaks and moans from the floorboards
feeling the shakes from my shingles
as i look beyond the stars

my skin has stains from the kisses of the sun
i feel the energy of the moon
i fantasize about the love and romance of venus
and the strength and fight of mars

but sadly mercury just doesn’t love me as much.