It's Only Me

Disintegrate. Here in this bed you hate.
Wilt and whisper blue like the moon
or some sorry tune. Wrestle with yourself
while the sky picks its plume and
brandishes colors wiry from now till doom.
California can't sleep tonight. It's fogged
and forgotten and desperate for light. Here
in this bed, heated and hated; falling to
pieces - each second more separated.