When the Time is Right by Griffin House

hyperbaric

i wake up
without

sufficient
oxygen
in the room   and

with gale force winds
forcing bugs

to crawl
succinctly
down my throat,

i swallow.
i turn over

these
flowers

are still here (oddly enough)
after

all these years without the sun.  i
wake up
without you (and)

in my dreams,

i sang all the songs.
i

keep breathing
long after
you go, honest,

i do,

but without you there
isn't anything to
do

with my lungs.
no

love.
no oxygen.
no

music.