I'm the chain fallen loose
from my father's truck
as he drives at night,
chasing him home from
                    ..."business."


My father is Lake Michigan
in January--cold and restles.
I'm the bystander of a shootout
between my family.

My father is a carpenter
painting my goldenness
gray.  He's the voice
in my head, and I am
                 ...worthless.

A Boy never had the chance
to break my heart, because
my father already had.

seems like there comes the hightime
find myself doing no crime
in this prime, I am caught
as I already feel , I fought enough.


My eyes shutter hits its end,
in pain, as I bend into my shell,
the suite closes in darkness,
with all explicit advantages.

Heart feels the emptiness
tummy feels that fullness,
Brain that is so restles,
in full,wanted the king back.


Examinations push me to do few,
all ready with my curfew,
the crew's highlight,me, look terrible,
wishing things not to turn horrible.