Family, in pieces
Set in motion
The future, in splices
Many of us dissipate
The rest of us remain
Throw forward
The throes of time

I lie in bed thinking
Here in the beginning
Whether I'll be losing
Or what I'll be winning
Somewhere along
In the days and nights
I lost who I was
I lost my mind
When it all fell apart
I can't recall
Who was there
Or what I saw
The grip I had
Was loose at best
It was nothing, there
When I did confess
Hell is looming
Heaven is gray
God and disciples
Hate me anyway
With no hope
No reason to go on
I turn to what
When it's all gone?
I lie in bed thinking
Here in the end
All I know is
I know I didn't win

I feel like Bob in the Rain
There is no Lizard of Hope
I'm gone
From my body at least
I appear here now
But my body has no mind
No moral compass
It operates without me
My mind is in this writing
It's in the unconscious decisions
"I hate it when I know and I don't know.
Same time"
It all was a game
It isn't as if I was ever unaware
I always knew
The magnitude is different
Every time, I give up on humanity
And every time, I somehow find hope
This time certainly seems different
It's the end of something.

You, you used to read Karl Marx
Alone in the bath
Whenever you were low
Whenever you were low
You made cakes out of love
And love out of hugs
'Cause that is what you do
Yes that is what you do

And you made a paper boat
And you sailed it all across the floor
To the harbor by the door

You are two people
Still separated by an ocean of time
Part of you bursting
To talk about what you saw
Part of you longing to tell you
What it all means

Anymore, again
Seldom do I scare
For, the moment, then
I just don't care
Like roadkill, still
Wariness is absent
Taunting will
Having rent spent
Look toward the Robin
For life living advice
My head throbbin'
But his voice, reminds me my vice

If I don't know what to do
And I don't know where to go
How can I trust
That which I do know?

Hander of loss
Candid response
Tethered things
And range, arranged
Plural bodies,
Vaguely, qualities
Read a page
Skip a page
Read one more
Never yore
Two explore
Colors and contour
Lone in home
As in Rome