'owling winds from HER past
scrape my esteem
from the flesh of my am

with HER truth as a weapon
she rides over me with SHAME
as a war-pony

from the king of nothing
to the fool of fantasy
the card of
my am
not with her

sheer ill intent
damage so deep
to breathe
is a crime
for my am

no safe passage
trickery and slippery
wet moss on the rocks

I'll swing
By the neck of my am
instead
like no ***** did

so childlike
now a man
i hurt my neck
my am

safety is going
be a long
climb out
reach down and find a collar in my hand
pull it up
out of the water

i am

does it even it out?
we'll see.
I'll say a prayer for you
she said.
who still prays?
i do.

where will it end?
right here he said.
she was getting in her car
and said
I'll pray for you

right on time he thought.

my energy is at an all time low
my outlook is a lot to see
horizon to horizon there is so much
no i
no us
no you
no matter what

i can feel the weather
smells of smoke and hay dust
I'll take the space and all of the time
ever that it will take

stretch thin because i like stretching
out my neck awhile
headed out is heading in
shake and shrug and sweat a bit
blink my eyes and bite my lip

wondering what happened
to a few good days
and why upon them i set
so much import

i wave from the runway
to no one in particular
my other hand shading my eye
from the sun