Lost looking prints in snow by gray day.
Ice in boot and cold face, trudging towards child like ideas.
hammer on hip for no particular reason, maybe needed.
It's cold now and the fun is frozen if not gone.
Keep looking at those tracks. Look at the prints behind.
they are never coming back.

Three times I know of you escaped
I'm here now and won't let you go, not without fighting
not without me knowing you know WE are fighting.

skin cancer and death are different. I only hate one of them.
hours of *** and no ******, I am only sad of one.
Sweetness and phone calls and ghost telephones.
what am I trying to call?

I don't know. I know that whatever soul or force answers I can talk.
I can chat all night. I too will suffer all these things and when I'm in the ether of heaven I will answer the phone. I will explain nothing, I will say to go, go on and pretend it lasts forever. If not you go on towards an ending. Maybe there is none. I know, do you?

Worn out shoes that hurt, no money to resolve the issue. Find a pill or a drink or a friend or a field or the ocean or a bad habbit to soothe thy foot. Thy, there , then. it is all ****** babe. fast food, cigarettes, western medicine, drink or gasoline. The ******* figured out how to get paid and get away with it. It, what is that........its you.

We only have so many days and words.
To count them all may take all of our time.
Keep and carry your heart like sheep in herds.
For your heart reveals your love and your crimes.

Chase my heart, my words, in ten syllables.
To carry with us the weight of all grief
Burn my past, null my mind, I’m miserable
Try finding home or some sort of relief.

How should I say that I’d like to go young
People are saving to live past their pain.
When all love is gone and all songs been sung
Let’s meet in heaven and sip nice champagne.

Now off with my head as the sky turns black,
This time here we spent can never come back.

My sweet boy, you've kept me up late some nights.
How beautifully warm you felt all curled up.
Now gone, I have many reason to write.
I'm caught walking and dreaming of you pup.

No words have I, to describe your belly.
A pitter and patter of gentle light.
Still alone I can't help but fill a cup
I've become derelict, aflame with spite!

A drink or two never hurt you my love.
I smell your scent in the walls of my home
You are a living angel from above.
what softly and tender love you have shown.

While whiskey warms my laughing, aching heart.
You are right here A freshly sharpened dart.

There is a distant cliff. I can see it coming and its not going away.
There is a chance of going to the edge and there is a chance of turning away.
Once to the edge and once turning. It ended the same.

What a sorry feeling it is to give away trust when you have a choice.
It does not matter
It is just everything.
It is just your life.
Its just this little thing like a hang nail or a splinter or a small burn.
It is you electric bill in the winter when you have the money but the lights outside are to bright and you curse the ******* eddison or tesla.

It is just your life. It is.
You want nothing but the good things and you cant even be good.
You want something. You just haven't figured it out that you needed more than you wanted.
Sleep well now, its time and its earned.
it is last call. it is just your life to spend

I feel my heart palpitating. I put on some music and sit back.
There was a different time and place where I would keep it together but I've decided I no longer would like that.
I know no physical comfort. The comfort that keeps me alive comes in small little pressed pieces of dust.
Sleeping late, waking up to a distant sound of a lawnmower and I am back in my 6 year old bed. Happy.