sticking to my guns,
i never realized that
they’re pointing at me.

you pay the levies
you grant the deceits
you fall behind
you fall from grace
you freefall
you get what you deserve
you deserve what you get
you take your time
you partake
you mistake
you get the point
you get by
you yearn
you learn
you lone
you moan
you atone

you know the stakes
you do what it takes
it’s all you

drop of blood in fire,
trickles down the flame - loyal;
the covenant grins.

stream of consciousness
carves a river, unknown -
ego takes a dive.

saw this cute girl the other day…
while smoking a cigarette at my balcony:
i was hovering over the pathway  
she’d eventually cross,
like an apparition watching over
her resplendent ignorance.

she eventually did -
the cigarette, having not been ****** on
for a while, drooped like a limp ****
between my fingers;
i flicked the bud:
the ashes drifted away with the wind,
like confetti -
in the same direction she walked off
below -
as i watched from above.

butterflies flutter -
reach for the nectar of life;
winds change direction.

they say, 'it's all in your head...'

i ask, 'where else is it supposed to be...?'