Want to control your

Monkey mind?

Don't feed thoughts

to it.

Strangulate it with

Silence!

People always tell me,
that people love me.
People always tell me,
that people care for me.
People always tell me,
that they will love me....
..... no. matter. what.....

Lies
Lies
Lies

I cant tell you,
I cant tell you me.
I cant tell you,
who I am.

Lies
Lies
Lies

If you knew me, you would hate me.

So stop telling me you will love me no. matter. what.

Cause you wont....

your death and therefore mine
are real in pictures from
that Spring.

a patchy pale skull is not really
”fuzzy”
and I miss the eyebrows more
in the remembering.

your arms are filled with our
baby boy’s
fleshy radiant potential
such stark contrast in rearview.

I kept out your pain
with a wall
of new dad
and charming dutiful service
that looked so good
to the rest of the world.

you were alone.
you were so alone.

the tall grass

in the wild field
was filled with

tiny stars
creating a

dance of light
and singers

creating sounds
with their legs

it was a free
performance

as long as I
kept quiet

which was
fine because

I had nothing
to add