staring once more
into myself
dregs staring back
me, "nothing more
than a character"
then close, it follows
staring inside
from the outside
what do you see?
can't escape the
sum of my parts
smoke signals sent,
nothing returned
need to ask those burned
"should i burn myself"
hurting inside, toiling
the trivialities.
what's the good word?
i'm making sense
time wasn't lost,
the time was spent
every once in a while
i can act out certain scenes
in ways my words
could never say
my worst qualities crack the best of my plans
my worst qualities crack the best of my plans
there was a point,
the recent past,
this act had meant
feeling concrete
the cast has since
disappeared
let the pour pool
up here, set
around my feet.
my worst qualities crack the best of my plans
my worst qualities crack the best of all my plans
i'm split, i'm split, i'm split