Rust Leaks

I sometimes wonder what other peoples demons look like,
the kind that keep you from dreaming them away..
Men with tails, hovering over the shoulder,
in their business suits, trying to give you the cold priorities they'd drill into you and me,
and before this, their own poor, clean slate children.

Hollow body, fluttering wings, drifting in between my moments of restlessness, certain that any moment spent awake, is one more for them to grow, design, weave patterns in an exhausted mind.

We all have our causes, shapes, sizes, different names for empty heads and nothing but silence to fill them with.

I thought i saw mine meeting in nighttime pubs, sharing drinks behind shades, exchanging stories of another woman broken, or another thought turned to glass. "Don't rush your drink", they say, "you're here for the long haul".