Got to be
A better way
I hardly said
A word today
But nothing’s wrong
Just incomplete
Whole part of me
Is missing
Speak
About it
Doesn’t end the issue
Doesn’t stay
How much I miss you
From advancing
To the fore
Front of my mind
And waging war
Upon the never quite
At peace
Entirely
Until released
From manacles
Of memory’s
Mechanical
Sincerity
The artificial verity
I barely could contain
With or without you
Doesn’t matter
Dying all the same

Forget where I’m headed
Sometimes
And just go
Find myself
At the edge
Of the continental
By the shore
Have I come
To bask in
The serenity
Breezes and waves
Shouldn’t sound like
A threnody
For what
I also lost
Prone to adrift
Before foresight
Could picture me
Not in her missed

Still mystifies me
Denies peace of mind
In defining transformative moments
Confined
To unfortunate
Course of events
And gradations,
The vagaries
Replaying vague
Illustrations
Hallucinations
Just as faint
Of heart now
Just as broken
As spoken word’s
Surety vow
Maybe once upon times
Almost unrecognizable
Some grand delusion
Of love was advisable
But currently
Only counter-intuits
The passion we had
For its toxic pollutants

Unaccustomed
To trusting
The best have to offer
More characteristics
Than sealed in a coffer
A coffin
Too often
More fiscally sound
To be monetized tiding’s
Safe hole in the ground
Get around
Getting by
Make a name for yourself
Just deny what you used to think
It could be felt
As the tired
Aspiring,
Expired
Potential
Succumb to the worthlessness
Truth existential

Ask me again
What is wrong,
Favorite song
And I harp on it
Often
You can
Sing along
But presume
I can’t possibly be
Happily
As deluded
As all of the rest of you
Seem
And I’d have to object
My abject
Misery
Comes more naturally
Born
To the world’s
Savagery

Should there come a day
I have written enough
Can no longer convey
The intangible stuff
That composes my inner-most
Ghosts
I expose
Hope it shows to those
I cannot tell
Stories whole
Then suppose
All is said,
All is done,
All becomes
Just a life without stories,
More heroes unsung
But fear not
My dear reader
This art is for you
And for me
That’s the key
To how do you construe
Its renewal
Original
Updated version?
A boundless oasis
Creation desertion
Or some more immersive form’s
Faulty
Finality,
Maladies there
In the interim’s
Tragedies

Missed a spot
Washing some dishes
Tonight
For a little chump change
And incentive to write
That I guess I could do it
Each day
The pay’s good
And I’m welcomed by others
As anyone would
Want to be
Received, greeted
Instructed, entrusted
The work is completed
We all go home rusted