The Overflo

Daytime ghosts Windows bring light that exhales a dead-end world Softest intentions drown to sleep at the bottom of shallow wells Neon memories bubble to life the static scores that bodies hide Mouthed confessions of loveless intimacy that knows no swirls of radiance Soft embrace of the life above from the cold souls that swim below Hugless lovers reclining in the bleak blue edges of summer lights hung on horizons That never knew the scores composed from names that never met Fainted in pleasures unknown to sender as the tape decks click B-sides search for depth Tears for two at an empty diner booth that is abandoned along travels to far off destinations Reservations for taped confessions of vows never thought, as the food comes shared aloud Relief by numbers in collections of good vibes, better company and lives well lived High tides come and go as wells stagnate the fishtank below