Like A Flower With Numb Ankles Poem by gregory collins

Like a flower with numb ankles, i cannot go a single
day without a drug or a drink. The tears itself, like

paper i could pin my hopes upon. The way the vines
grow around my heart, because how i have been

worried about you. But the cliffs of life and death,
are washed by the same waves; You must gather

with full hands as many stars as you can, and
scatter them in front of your lover's path. Then wait,

to see what sort of sentimental stillness you will
be dismissing. What did you not notice before, and

why do you visit my grave, unprepared to tie together
a few scraps of the wind and make a noose for nostalgia.

Make a wing of your dreams on which you were born,
and that will never be lost, even against its own wish

to be freed. To be thunder under those gleaming sails
of lightning: A storm when a bottle of gin is finished.

A blame to commemorate my oocupation of asking,
what are we up to. Why have i came out blinded,

addicted to victory and struggle for complete addiction.
The struggle of a man's life, across the soul's fields.