20170419, tumblr piece

the past 

falling out the sky

deserted and dry

burns through money

life of Pablo style

only ashes left now

missing New York

a light in the night

thick like honey

shines like crystals

hard wood under my toes

blaring sun in my eyes

through the drapes

a lace pattern

bubbles rising

a soft but rough feeling, like cashmere

appears before me

confusing to the touch

to spin

to fuck

I sit and ponder on it all

as it eludes me