Bach's Cello Suites

i am a cinder

an orange illumination
through your closed eyes

if i had fingers
i could have felt
your goodness tear away

i was fatigued
i was useless

if i had eyes
i could have seen
your goodness tear away

i was pieces of dreams
rising up from a throat
spilling from it's mouth

the familiar choke
the nasal cavity sting

i am the poison i consume
i am the hate that keeps me distant

but in the evening
when i sit alone in my car


i am bach
and his cello suites