escapril

is anyone listening?: today's forecast

a signal sent out
i pull together my own weather forecast
and tell an empty chair that tomorrow looks like rain
a lonely broadcast
a net to catch lovers and friends
are you willing enough to stay in this vacuum with me?
i've been begging time back into this dirty hourglass
spilling sound from a parched throat
gritty with sand
but what does it matter
thirsting for ghosts
we cannot count on ears and attention
only happen upon fools
i left my house alone
seeing the shadows of screams on people's faces
and wondered why i never stopped to listen