Anchors

Eyes wide open
time standing still
laying in bed
I see slices of the lighpost
shaving the blinds
like a square and striped sun
that zebras my bedroom

Frozen raindrops
cover my car completely
with that color you know nothing about
and a cold breeze, whistling
makes it's way to my room
a chill

I can't move, like an iceberg standing still
it's cold, and it's been like this for weeks
and I'm alone, and it's dark
and there's silence all around
my black satin bed
takes on a sexy coffin shape
and my body, mind and soul
slowly freeze into a corpse
"am I alive?" I wonder
as I fall into a vertigo of doubt
it's just so ...cold
I sometimes feel so ...alone

Guilty of impatience
right before the late morning coffee
go, go play your stupid games
you seem to push me away so well...

and my black satin sail
fills, like my spirit, with air
then my bed becomes the sailboat
heading south, without an anchor
I look around to see if you're there
but this time, you are not aboard