I dream about you,
Even though I dont sleep.

Life without addiction
feels dull,
I am more numb now
than I ever was while using
the only difference sober is
I am so painfully aware of it.

1.3.

I learnt all
my best
lessons
sitting in
basements
chain smoking
with church
ladies

Smoke clouds
old Dior
perfume
filled
cold rooms
The smell
of lives
lived
Heavenly
odour
making love
under black
moons

Hell hath
no fury
like a woman
scorn
by a God

As they
weaved their
golden yarn

Regrets
of the words
lost
to their men
left for
death
in battle fields
long forgotten

They keep saying
that the
government
will save us

I can feel
it’s the end
when
the kids
their not
right
Lost in video
games
they don’t
even play
outside

Everyone else
is done
with living
Busy paying
and
praying over
the real.....

Call of Duty

Me?
I’ll just keep
playing
with my golden
string

Praying
for a
stranger
to throw
anything
my way

I’m just a beggar

Begging for
some much
needed change

It’s hard reading maps
Bleeding eyes porcelain highways
Who have I become

we were poor
but not deluded

and when
van morrisson's
"brown eyed girl"
comes on the radio on
that worn
old
brown rug
my brother and I
started tapping our feet
shaking our heads
to the music and
our sisters are smiling
at us and
our mother is laughing
at us

and all we needed was
laughter and love
a prayer and a song

turn up the radio

the average cost of a funeral is
$8,515

death is unaffordable for me

put me in  big oblong cardboard box

2 feet by 3 feet by 6 feet

packing list enclosed

fragile (not really)
      please handle with care

keep upright

       or

supine

send me to the
grande vide

postage due

Loneliness is a monotone tiger
When you want to destroy the world
It comes boiling down
To your courage
To resist
Or fit in
With all the other
Victims
We are bigger than our fears
When we quiver in the here and now
I have found the only way to speak
Loudly and truthfully
Is to always listen quietly
From some place deep enough within