Into Your Eyes Moist with Tears
Mark Hammerschick
Hello, hello, hello
is there anybody out there?
I have become
comfortably numb
moving through waves of terror
in a room strewn with spider webs
in the dark corners
where women come and go
not speaking of Michelangelo
but listening to
How Soon is Now
knowing that the now
is somehow not
what one would expect
curled up in a bed
that has not been made
since I can no longer
remember what is
and what is to come
only knowing that my mortality
is something that I cannot deny
and in that knowing
the green lines scatter
measuring beats of a scarred heart
lost in its infinite capacity
to hold time in small hands
that try to catch the rain
as it plummets rainlessly
into your eyes
moist with tears.
Mark Hammerschick
Hello, hello, hello
is there anybody out there?
I have become
comfortably numb
moving through waves of terror
in a room strewn with spider webs
in the dark corners
where women come and go
not speaking of Michelangelo
but listening to
How Soon is Now
knowing that the now
is somehow not
what one would expect
curled up in a bed
that has not been made
since I can no longer
remember what is
and what is to come
only knowing that my mortality
is something that I cannot deny
and in that knowing
the green lines scatter
measuring beats of a scarred heart
lost in its infinite capacity
to hold time in small hands
that try to catch the rain
as it plummets rainlessly
into your eyes
moist with tears.