Plutonic Fluf

In the Attic Loft at the Rain – 5/24/09

I don’t know what day it is
and I don’t know why I’m here
staring out of the big glass window
in the attic loft at the rain

Perhaps I seek a quiet place
away from the noise of loneliness
from his fingers crawled across the keys
while I lay on the floor unnoticed

Maybe I need to wash my mind
my dirty sheets, not physically but to
bleach away the things I’ve felt
that I don’t want to feel again

Perhaps I seek a space to dream
of something far too far and fetched
and distant, but at least it’s there
to envelope and cradle me

Maybe I need to watch the grass
as it soaks up the fallen rain
that satiates its every quench
but still I feel unsatisfied

Things are seeming to blow apart
though they were never really one
as I stare out of the big glass window
in the attic loft at the rain