old guy poem

Uh...I sometimes write poetry...
and my favorite color is Black (until evil scientists invent something darker...)

This is called 'Old Guy' and I was inspired by someone else's dried skin on my pants.


Sleep in sordid stages,
Staring at the moon.
Comfort like missing pages,
my heart an empty room.
Flights of dancing skin flakes,
rise from ancient yellowed sheets.
Smiling like a torn up tract,
of miles of city streets.
Voice like a crackled radio,
tuned to far away.
Hair like frozen cobwebs,
cotton candy gray.
Breath as thick as tree sap,
heaves across this space.
Bones like bands of barbed wire,
stretched beneath the leather of a face.
Red rimmed eyes revealing,
sunken ship-like water graves.
Crosses on the wall pleading,
praying Jesus saves.
Dry mouth stuttering a song,
lost on shriveled earthworm lips.
Claw-like hands, steel trap soul,
relaxing life's long grip.