the art of hellos
& crushing goodbyes
tell me i'm dreaming
awoken to die
i killed myself years ago
none noticed, (no) not one i'm afraid
i kept the water running afloat
with the power and net prepaid

if only i had money maybe i could save some more
lonely we are hoping on a prayer we know's ignored
living isn't cheap believe me soon i hope you see
giving missing meaning - quit me, leave me losing sleep
only if 'if only'  wasn't just a bold excuse
surely i can float us on this wage that i abuse
rarely does she notice what i do to keep us fed
finally it got to me - everything unsaid i said

Muddy blood bath
Hold your tongue
Life and death
Told bold as love
Hate me now
Beset your sun
Curtains are clouds
Beneath me now

Dead poem
Dead words
Dying light
Red round
Melt down
Why we write
Hope now
Cold, loud
Violent riot
Closed down
Stole while
Wild ones fight
Dead poems
Dead men
Rarely write
Reminds me
I'm alive
While 'I'm alive's
- the lie
I'll rewind in kind

Write a poem, pick it up
Stick it in your pocket
Empty out a bottle -
Fill it with your words, and drop it
Off onto the river - rest assured you haven't lost it
Eyes will find your lines downstream - free and unapplauded