when it's thick and empty i'll sleep.

the many coats of paint do not suffice.
I can still hear
my screaming youth
and I certainly can hear
your late nights in the bordering room
I screamed at you
hoping you would recognize
the near non-existence of a drywall barrier
and sympathize with my heavy eyes
I forgot you are playing out
selfish youth
now im too tired
for that

the potato is good
accompanied by cheddar cheese
but the romance does not suffice.
it is not my belly
that is empty
but my head
that is full
still I proceed to think twice
another misfire, “red beans and rice?”
and so my belly continues
to churn out the soul of an old pirate ship
another salted thought atop a vicious wave
leaves me one-eyed
and seasick
now im too tired for that

after the screaming and after the meal and after the waves and after I feel like my insides are outside painting the walls and the outside is fucking my brain hard it squalls and all and all and all and all I am appalled to discover that silence in your room
did
fall