Boy
On his own
Now to find her
A home
Where it goes
From first steps
To the depths
No one knows
And despite how he fails
To exemplify man
She is with him,
She’d miss him,
Beside him
She’d stand
Should the aggregate good
Be excluded
From mind
And we turn
Face to fate
With the end of our time

Don’t let it settle
The thoughts into place
Lest you linger too long
In contemplative space
And let dwelling
Impel you
To stay in suspension
Remain in a state
Of immense
Apprehension
A tension
That stretches
And pulls you
Apart
Discontentment
Embitters
And sours
Your heart
Until want for not
Need no companion
Engagement
Embrace your relationship
Sinking estrangement

Now run the polemics
The rigged
Oil derricks
The towers you build
On the backs of the peasants
The offices brimming with
Cushy class clerics
The barracks
The ballots
The bastions
The bills
And the overprescribed
Overkilling us
Pills
Overfilling our plates
With dysmorphic
Ideals
Underserving
Community meals
You conceal
Generations of trauma
Decades of decay
For a gilded age
Golden gate
Ethno-state’s
Grave

True sides of yourself
See them broken
Misshapen
Concealed
Then revealed
Then what’s real
Is mistaken
Such fear,
Such despair
Your whole life
Disrepair
And if someone once loved you
They no longer care

Balance
Between
A hubristic
Humility
Deafening roars
Upon shores of tranquility
Lost in a storm
Of more social anxiety
Rot to the core
Of my shriveled
Sobriety
Tired
Go home
Girl and I
Can unwind
And even unsaid
There is pure
Peace of mind

If this isn’t it
What do words
Really mean
Have I seen it all
Spelled it out
Read in between
The lines blur
The subtext
Nothing left
To infer
Just discursively
Worsen
All hope for a cure
For enduring this illness
Too long
As untreated
Is just peace of mind
To the poet’s
Receded