Slow Day at Asian Grill

the stars are going blue
dissolving into few
darkness is a fine view
and I can't sleep

the sky is falling down
emptiness all around
there is no light or sound
is this real?

the bleeding, needing air
hung with your despair
opens like a tear
ripping, dripping

honey off sweet lips
trenches from small rips
gulps from small sips
an abyss of emotion