Try not to Die

water is hotter
on a spiders web
the pens are lying
on the ground in some state
scribbling words that hurt the head
wiping away like a jigsaw spade

People passing
at a burning pace
laptops blinking
in a mesmerized daze
sharper turns
around shocking corners
the coroners dead
at the hands of the burner

Flip top caskets
shutter down in the rains
the lenses capture
some temporary pains
Jacks and kings
playing at their games
the queen is right
in the bed with the ace

Cellophane tapes
stick together on the pane
displayed light
go bright in sane
colorful eyes
stare through the frames
photographs torn
on the edge of an age

Jumping steps
come out of ways
to stifle down
your yesterdays
Remembering times
with the good old friends
side step on this story's end

Catch the sun
and the moon in a day
the stars are holes
in a brilliant way
one by one
the years go by
when I sleep at night
I try not to die.