We once lied of love
you flew in search of green
left me broke and beat
stuck with just a dream

The die has been cast
my desires for you have ceased
trashed read receipts
found loneliness a treat

I came as requested
solemnly cloaked in guise
no birds chirping obsessions
only faces dull behind disguise.

I saw nothing special
no tears beneath the eyes
our time has come to pass
the sun could barely rise.

I conquered emptiness
a desert beneath my feet
these hills in Thess
opposing armies creep towards my seat.

BBQ sauce left in the car
weeks pass and it left a scar,
but the smell reminds me of Royal Farms.
Might need to revise these bars…

Hidden between the seat and the console
mind drifting to memory’s console.
Usually it’d be gone, fast decay
but the one that left my soul
I’ve missed ‘till present day.

Tenders’ aroma; im stuck in Maryland
dreams in place,
fell into the past again.

Played cool this vague fool
a zoned companion wasting fuel,
hypocritical news:
you became my muse.

Laying beneath the car changing bands
like myself.
Try to fix problems I don’t fully understand.
Stripping bolt holes, saving wealth;
I’m feeling real loose.
Progress aborted, but still need my caboose.

Jack stayed for a while, standing his ground,
as I contemplate ways to fix and rebound.
Pondering days; I was happy in the fall
my mind in the sink, Jack cracked:
911 call.

Paramedics came rushing,
lights bright, can’t blink.
Beginning to realize I can’t even think,
just images of life and flowers adrift
the car was too heavy for me to lift.

No fights, no pleas,
soft voice lets me leave.
Stuck wading the seas
what a life I done weaved.

Leaving love, leaving passion,
lost my soul; one line caption.

Feeling free but not gone,
lone sharks in motion
too proud to hold on.

No closure or commotion,
just a ‘scort leaving hearts.

And I’m stuck with our memories
a fish bleeding apart.

Front page stanzas emotional; bleeding ink
tried to comply but
I sliced up my face and can hardly blink

(Will this make me famous like I want to be?)

Nah i should just go and start some tea
a wars a’coming I’m sure you've all heard:
future Chinese overlords mock Trump’s word.

**** not trynna get political tho
maybe i should just go back to my hole

with Chat GPT resurrecting my soul
– I swear, Ms. Chatbitch is not in control.

Finally lost my access to heaven
the Devil come beckon, a’half past seven.
Clothes signal wealth but reeking of powder;
spoke gain, fulfilled cravings of green
if done by the hour.

Up to the room glowing off the square,
red lights’ regret hung thick in the air.
Her belly, strong eyes; knives pierced in her glance,
one look was enough– no more of this dance.

Returned to the den, composed with no hurry.
Met his face in this place for the folly.
“Clean up the mess?” he asked lacking hesitation;
I pulled the trigger, “she gave you a son!”

Glanced to my side– could barely believe;
the same woman smiled, no sorrow beneath.
“This isn’t his… just having some fun!”
Couldn’t react, her bullet had won.