Falling Out

I spent a whole day thinking of all the ways
you piss me off. I thought what a perfect waste
of time it was to know you and why would I
let more of me get copied if you deny
that we were friends at all? Disagreements tend
to make us lose our heads, and reveal the ends
we had in mind, but hid in our darkest hearts.
The ends direct your means, and however dark
your aims then so your methods will need to be:
this is the one big kink in duplicity.

Hypnos

Sweet dreams, delightful one. You are free to go

wherever. Fancy takes you away. Tonight

  you don't belong to conscious meadows.

    No one will know what it is that you've seen.

Alas not even you understand the sign.

And many say dreams tell us the future, and

  some claim to tell you what they're saying:

    oracle givers will know what they mean.

You are older than you used to be

Stop thinking all those thoughts about life and death;

You'll never find out why you were sent to die

  here all alone. It's pointless; just calm

    down and be blissfully dumb and carefree.

That's better. Breathe in slowly, as if it were

your very last breath. How would you feel about

  that? How would you exhale if you were

    blowing the flame of reality out?

Chances of Sun

West winds dispersed dull clouds in an eager gust.
Fresh breaths of Spring gave off the appearance of
   change. People took off clothes and lay down

    basking in sunshine and lover's long arms.

Slow hours dissolved right under your limpid eyes,
like everything you ever desired or loved.
  Cold shadows sweep down over sleepers:
    take your belongings and fly from nightfall.

As different as day and the night, or spring
and winter seem, and as irretrievable
  as pleasure feels, today is fickle,
    night is a myth, and the seasons less than

one afternoon long. Laughing at silly things,
like ducks or babies, time has abandoned you
   and never shall come back again, but
    still you enjoy the delicious current.