Ten inches far past the time
Each nickel pinched for the penny
Roaring through debt
Upset by nothing
Upset only by the flick of a finger
Forgotten love at the bar

I tell myself
I told myself
I will tell myself later
That all of this
Is for the word

Right here
Right now
Right here

When you feel
As out of place as I do
No place
Is as fine a place and as
Worse a place
As any

The coffee is warm though
As is the sun
And the beautiful women
Their crooked smiles reflecting the sun
More than themselves and their
Brittle souls, though no more
Fragmented than mine own

Their pores and single strands of
Hundred dollar fo' bleached hair
Takes absentee ballots from all the townspeople
Who are wondering where their rights went
Upstairs the monkey wrenches are bending
And momma' bear is having trouble setting up the tents

Out of place n'
Out of mind
It's alright momma'
You tell me where you wanna' go
And we'll go,
Just give me a sign

The snow hasn't melted yet
O' there stands the sun!
Awaiting the song of Persephone
I'm making believe I've never lived before
So I can live all over again
Time is a relative son of reality
Who I'm trying to forget
That I've ever met

To meet you poolside
To meet you by the oceans crack
To meet you starlit
To meet you wounded
On the purple hearted soldiers back
Is a fitting piece
To a puzzle
I never knew I needed
To keep intact

O' lo' there's the knock

It sounds like a thousand boulders kissing
Neath' a naked lake
Where nothing is forever
And nothing is at stake
The sky is winking and flirting,
Teasing you to take them back
But I'm too busy singing,

"Make believe with me baby,
Let's make it true,
It's the only way of getting back,
It's the only way we'll ever get back to where we were,
It's the only way of getting back on track."

Two cradle
The two loves
In my life,
Bracing myself for implosion
Admitting that my heart
Is a selfish one,
A greedy one,
A fornicating feverish

One.

Unbridled in affection
She left and I left
We left one another
I see her cross memories
Memories good and bad and
Worse
We are friends and not friends
We are no longer lovers
We were nothing and everything
To each other then and

Now.

At least I kept my heart, well,
At least part of it.
I suppose I'm glad I left some with her.
She can have it, even if she doesn't want it.
She can have it, even if she doesn't think she has it.
She has it.
She does.
I know she does for I feel the

Void.

Shifting perspectives
Swearing allegiance to the winds
Making believe
Once again.
The mirror has rusted over
All I see are smears of the past and the future.
I want to question everything
But everything
Never gives me an exact

Answer.

A rock is rock the same as
A lover is a lover that was a lover
That could be another lover
At a later date.

I'm not hopeful
I'm not supposed to be.

Somebody, maybe a friend,
Told me

That.

She is mine
That forgetful
Brut.

I take you,
You;
You
With
Me.

Take
Me
Fair to you
But
Never
Smile.

Ask Never
For

Forgiveness.

You'll grow out of it,
Like a snake
From
Its skin.

You'll see the light

Fade

To black
Because

You'll grow from mismanaged

Attacks.

You'll grow out of it,
Like a clam
Whose rotted from its
Shell.

You'll see the life you've lead
Will seems as if
All ones actions were controlled
By some kind of

Spell.

You'll grow out of it,
Like a bear
From its den.

When asked to leave
This place
You'll simply say,

When?

You'll grow out of it,
Like lovers so
Often do.

There's nothing
Permanent
In this world,

Not even

Special old You.

You'll grow out of it,
Like we all will,
Through and through.

Let the rain fall.
Let the wind blow.
Let the hot knife of life
Slide into you
Like it would

Through freshly fallen

Snow.

My feet rest here with
The right
Curled
Around the back of the left.

It's here that I address

Myself.

Here, I observe
The slow wake of time
Revealing itself like glistening oil,

Dark shades of blue,

Streaks of white
From a light

I cannot see.

A notice tells me
On my phone
There has been an explosion.

I feel nothing.

I'm not sad.
I'm not worried.
I'm not scared.
I'm not angry.

My expectations are met.

I just sit
With my feet crossed,
The right behind the left,

Numb.

How have I come to be
This person?

This being unable
To even feel sympathy?

Can one see and hear so much
That the only option to survive
Is to transform into something
One won't even recognize?

I sit with my coffee, light cream.
I drink it and
Feel nothing.

My eyes do not water.
My skin does not crawl.
My heart does not ache.

I feel the wind on my face
From the fog rolling in from the West and
I feel nothing.

Can it be
That I a
Am slain?

And though
The sirens burn my ears
And the smoke
Chokes my lungs
And the bullets
Pierce my skin
And the hate
Makes me question
Everything everything everything,

I feel nothing.

It's here that I sit.
It's here that I address myself,
Feet crossed,
My back slightly bent crooked,
The blinds drawn with
The wind rocking the side door open and close,

Watching the world

Eat and

Eat and

Eat itself.

And with all of the hospital beds full
And the graveyards in rubble
And the ambulances out of gas
And the sky too blackened to even see the sun

I want to feel something
Other than

Nothing.

The infernal naked night
Cascading around my eyes.
Dead locusts on the ground near the crop.
I hear her heart beat,
Then, it stops.

The dented soul leaks like a broken faucet;
Water stains on the carpet.
The fields are burning.
I wipe the soot from my eyes
As a tear rolls down her cheek.

The absent mind trolls the river
Like a tugboat with no main vessel.

Without reason
Without will
Without objective

The forests, see, they have all wilted.
The sun is eclipsing into blackness.

The circle spins on an axis,
Trapping everyone inside.

The windows are painted over.
The air conditioning is turned off.
The TV is muted.
The covers, they've run cold.

The ever thinning light
That has only ever produced a shadow,
Has robbed man of
Mother Nature's truth:

There are no hands tending a flame
At the end
Of the tunnel.

There is only I,

And no one.