You will believe what I tell you, Simply
I cannot see a way out of this unscathed
So please tell me
Are you ready for it?

I guard my heart with iron covered sarcasms
And the make believe
A **** won't help these matters
But what do I care?
I am here now, only for the ride

I have died for years and years
I've had my fill
It's the empty house out West that I want now
Where the expectations are only half realized
And maybe met

while I say:
This is my home now
In the spaces between right and wrong
Here and gone

So this is my life now

I swear, it must have happened while I was asleep

I wake

And you are in the desk drawer, divided between us three

Because I do not know where she should go

I haven't made it there yet

Putting my creator in the ground

Mixed with the bugs and so many worms

My ash love

My Mother of bone

Can you tell me then what it means

When the ones who gave me life are dead

And all of the proverbial ships have sailed

I am left crafting an uncalled for exit

Sleep is the only reprieve
When life is stuck on repeat

But even then I see the dead
They carry on as if nothing has happened
They aren't dead

Back in the past
Back in the downstairs Den up North
All stale and brown

I cannot keep people in their proper places
They become jumbled in my heart
Everything and nothing happen so quickly to me

Where is the schizophrenic in the woods?
And the boy out in the corn fields?
I cannot flatter myself anymore with your existence
When mine is fighting for its own

Ah silly boy
It is already a half lie
And I can make it whole

I wake up now
Writing poetry in my head
Sleep glazed lines that disappear before it matters
Before they are caught
And the sun is not yet up still

I will not answer for this
So leave me be but

I am getting of track again
Keeping my thoughts behind me
And guts in knots

Waiting
Predestined for difficulty
In the warm corner of a coffee shop
Writing ****