Sunhaze

I sleepwalk all my days

bathing in sunhaze

I'm bogged-in at nighttime

swathing in moonslime

dusk and dawn offering nothing less

than a sedative inbetweenness

I lick my wounds

in the cold house

finding comfort in the relative

security of four consecutive

standing thickwalls

I pass the days half-awake

sunhaze-baked

I strut the strung streets at night

moonslime-bedight

stuck and gone where people used to sleep

where sentiments through spun shadows seep

Tomorrow I boxed-up and shelved,

yesterday-like, as null and void,

as unlookedforward to

dismissed in absentia

clammy doldrums that can't be helped

plodding through nights after nights

through moonslime and trodden lights

sunhaze stilling all my highs

sunhaze burning through my eyes