R- I- P-
rest in peace
for those that don't read
this street long from home
its on top of me
a half century has past
my *** still clasped
ftom surviving the last half
stroll stops away
the mere existence remains tucked
its framed
this habit day to day
miracles tame
firmly in place
to take the next bite of me
that last piece is cream
and everything you loved
you set free
caged your thoughts
moments you wanted to recapture
a daunting task of has beens
side ways faces with half grins
just words in the diary by then
craving more nights
with Anaïs Nin
the next binge
you light your last singe
pretend your not him
when back home hits
it's best not dressed
in clothes that don't fit
there's no meaning in six
the sighs in the quest
moving you to do things
you have not dreamt
better yet resent
all those days you gave away to merly live
under a blanket of faces you call friends
but where you been?
why you lost?
make sense of half thoughts
and garbage bins that sit
in the ally you live
pile up like the bottle you've hid
recyclable bins
empty tins with pop lids
pop hits
years of the same song
with no meaning
no lift
want in one hand
the other one ****
One smells like you
the other one stiff
So you feel like being a **** with a gun
For ******* yourself
The man you've become
Angels avoidance
the dark is upon
The blood is a boil
The past is gone
Reiterate stories
YOU ARE THE ONE
Foam for the fire
Lamb on the bone
Skin in its teeth
Breaking the bond
Searching for guidance
Voices grow long
On your back
Floating this pond
Mornings you yawn
Checking the mirror
Begging for more
Spit on my tatt
The heart tap taps
Look at me now
Get through this
Another day grips
Manic and Fits
Wind up the clock- Tic Tic Tic
Passions have left
Burnings in me
See through my soul
Cap-tiv-it-y
Oceans scream
Dolphins laugh
What I want from me
Must pass
A gift
A smile
A wave
A dream
All encompassed
Accosting me
And this was just a test
A word proof vest
Complications of someone
Dreaming of a place
Better left
/lifesjump poetry © 3-3-23