loneliness sneaks along sleep-weary streets
wondering where the time went,
gazing through glass bottoms at a bleeding sky,
wading through faded streetlights
as the world stirs to groggy birdsong;
these hollow bones echo with the fading night,
singing, “Oh, to be addicted
to these moonaches;”
the early morning sunrise kissing tired eyes,
the soft ache of a mind deprived
slipping between the cracks
like moonshine on chapped lips
I can’t help but wonder why
I love sleeping on porches
Perry Gasteiger (they/them) is a non-binary Canadian poet who focuses on the mundanity of existence through a lens of empathetic consideration. They enjoy exploring phenomenological ideas of lived experience and how they mold our understanding of ourselves and our world. By pushing the boundaries of their own experiences, Perry tries to find universalities in unique situations for people to connect through. Bringing attention to the extraordinary nature of life and pain, they juxtapose the beautiful and the deformed, the congruent and the discordant, and the comfortable and the anxious.
