I'm here with you
And you're near with me
I can't it anymore
Somethings gotta' give
And I don't know
What it is

I'm a lost knife
In a setting of a thousand thieves
Stabbing nothing
But a bards
Play thing

Humlity
Accepts ones own jokes
Our characters dance
Free
Unshackled
From histories
Dispositions

I'm alone
The shallow rushed cars
And the
White hallow
Clouds
Tell me so

They remind me
By my up and bringing
That I want
Nothing more
Nothing less

I want
We want

The

Opposite,

And

Nothing more.

I take
My breath
And I
See
My future
Its nasty
Its selfish
Its my whipped brow
For him
I seek
Me social
My place
My hand
Naked and poised

Unbedguiled

My

Clan

Canned black beans
Line the brick walls
Underneath a tragic sun
Berating the bald heads
Of the cigar smoking dice throwers
Valuing nothing
But the smoke in their lungs
The fat ***** trucking by in their eyes
And the love for their kids
They work all day for
So they can study things they
Wouldn't even waste time trying to spell

Spinning guilefully in the corner
Of the repressed two bedroom apartment
Two grayed broken down dogs
One with a back left leg that's short
The second blind
Sit biting at each other's butts
Like Ouroboros
Screeching whenever one of their tooths
Would cross to deep
Into the skin

The tiles of the ceiling
Are browned from the dust
Whipping in from the wind
From outside
There was little anyone could do
Seeing there were no blinds,
No shutters, or windows.

Hooligans vagrant rocks
As well as being poor
Had a way of holding back repairs

Take the light
See the sight

I'm a wind neath'
Your bind
I'm a lie
As I forgive
Your sign

Today is your OK

Let me
Be

That nod

That OK

Did the 17
Have the chance
To taste
The cheap
Heart shaped
Chocolate
Before they were shot
In Florida?

Did
They have the chance
To feel loves
Honey'd anxiety,
Maybe telling their new minds,

This is the day
I'm telling them
How I really feel.

Maybe,
Today is the day I love.

Maybe,
I won't
Be
Who I once was.

Growth and
Gun Powder
Collide

Was there a moment
In the morning,
Valentine in back pocket,
Obsessed over and spotless,
Of doubting ones
Love?

Did each of the

17

Wonder if they would

Maybe
Perhaps
Ah' who cares (I do)

Get a valentine from that someone?

Did they
Have time
To
Ask themselves?

Ricocheting rhetoric
The gunman was too young
To understand

What he was taking
What he took
What he now has

Befell by

Mental health
Troubled
An outcast

The gunman could not comprehend

That never will they experience heartbreak or
Loves majestic unrest

The 17

Will never feel
The candied warmth
Of a smile returned
From the one
They couldn't keep themselves from
Falling towards

I,

Mourning with these words,
Become myself a tool
In the machine
Of grieving

I weep
For the heart
Ripped of the chance
To beat
For
Another

I cry
For the soul
Now unable
To tangle
With another

I scream
For a trust
That can never
Be given to
Another

Yet,
These cries
Are still echoing
From our
Past

So, I hold
In my hand
The shape of heart
Bordered with pink lace
And white frill

It is torn,
Perhaps beyond repair

There's
No more
Calling out sick
For the 17
Dead

The school dance
Has been cancelled.
A vigil
For the victims
Instead

And instead of reading them,
Our children's books
Will be used
As riot shields
And our teachers
Will be bullet proof
And pat downs and
Metal detectors
At every entrance
And exit

A fortress for our future

So listen for
The school bell's ring

For they ring
Over gun fire
Terror, greed, and
The evisceration
Of our innocent youth

Recess

Is

Over

When
The
Night come

We sing
Songs
Of
*** and
Disaster

Ash
Wednesdays
Or whenever
God wants
It

The bass comes in
I'm present
I tell myself

She smiles
Maybe
I linger
Maybe
Near the bar

Her head enflamed
With bad ideas

And

Chocolate

Me being
The only thing she
Needs

Her being
The only thing I

See.

Naked and near
We take blistered path
Close and
Nearing you as you drip
Farther away

Don' tell me baby
That you can't stay
My life here without you
Can't be
Any other way

I'm neath these painted stars
These plastered whites
An' I'm staring at furious horizon
Wishing I was young again
Wishing I still held the kite

Take the river instead
Retrieve Saturns move in lead
I'm begging for forgiveness my darling
I'm praying void of God
That my tune
Can catch the ear of the starling

But the breath
Is always short
When death
Hovers to close
To the napkin

I eat
I sleep
And I stare at the curtains
As they push from
An invisible hand
Coyly persuading me
To kiss the neck
Of the one I adore more
Braze the inner thigh
Of her core more
Caress her incredulousness
More

Breaking on braking
Myself
From a full stop
To snake the nape
Coliding accolades
With Starbursts and
Confucius's misfortunes

I'm your next best friend

I'm the one you forgot

I'm the after thought of your first thought

I'm the money

You were supposed to

Lend.