The Happiest Man in the World

by shira

He lives off of caffeine and wet dreams
He wants to be awake
Drinks some more, opens his eyes
And only loves when he’s asleep

His hair makes brown and black
Dead leaves and dry ink in bad weather
He writes sad songs and sits inside
To keep clean when it’s stormy outside

His eyes are blue; just blue
Not sky or water or the moon
And bats his eyelashes how I turn off lights
Up and down, not side to side

He wants to be fire and flames
That shine inside of T.V. screens
That people watch when they’re alone
Wishing for some more time to waste

His mind can’t be a waste
If it never took up space
Heartbeats will never count
If they spurt out from sleep