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191 · Aug 2016
pain is all math
B Wasserman Aug 2016
widen road dark
deep dead and lost
you should eat
away my pain

told me you hate
any old part more
when its lost
im lost and I hate
myself more

drove myself crazy
crazy i drove myself into a ditch

pain is all math
you cant give what
others took back
head over shoulders
head between a
match
i fall slow and slowly to ash

torch in a cave
roasting my heart
more heartless
each day
no ones
deserves days
like this
all the deception
built by a kiss
broken and crushed
drowned by the river with worms in my mouth
I'll wash my pain out
185 · Jul 2016
Destination lost
B Wasserman Jul 2016
So many and
everywhere
there are travelers
perhaps there are
more like me
and doubt their destination
clutched in the jaws and hooks
in the glint of any mirror
reflects my present looks
when should I leap off the tower
and assume a new ship?
The days ruin and spin
these days are mine
and shine now as
they did for the dead
go on
go on
go on
I mustn't think
-breathe-
183 · Jul 2016
Distance
B Wasserman Jul 2016
Do you see my eyes
they have swam through pages
and ink
lifting letters and arrows
resurrecting dead words
they have sundered
steel and oil
smoke and blood
all the currents
cannot reverse
and bring us back
to our first path
our destination is
soured by bad directions
why must the past
be so cruel?
176 · Jul 2016
What will you do?
B Wasserman Jul 2016
What are you to do?
when the eyes dim
and the lamps dims
and the song grows
yet a little more quiet?

I am your ship
bound with floods
floating on sails
led wherever your
love captivates me.

I am your madness
boiling like roses upon
lips of red.

I am your strength, strong as long as you recite my name.

The land draws close
aye where days swell
and hunger
and reap

who would you call for
when the dark days roam?

my hands falls
my head falls
beneath the soil
all bareness spread
along bare geometry
memories swept
from the leaves
and broken drops
of water
find another
forsake me

what will you do ?
what will you do ?

— The End —