Face down in the street
Was it because
Of drink
Or maybe you just
don't care where you are
They'll haul you away
If you have a poor excuse
But maybe the cells
Are mostly empty
And you can get
Some rest.

One of those Things
that
just happens
It feels intentional
Like it's karma
But I'm not sure
What I did wrong.

shiny pearls
and
oddly shaped rocks
whatever the reason
I find my eyes caught
attempting to decipher
what you have to say
but sometimes
I get it right away
yet still feel compelled
to ponder more.

I wish I could
seize the day
and mold it
in my fist
if only reality
was made of clay.

Symbols of death
At their best
Thry're plucked
And put on show
In the stares
They perish
Second
by Second
Maybe you
Should just
Leave them alone.

It's too bad
That you can't
Really seal
The cracks inside
With frosting.

what
do you see
is it
the same thing
as me
if we see
the same thing
does that mean
we're both crazy
because if so
i'd like to change
my answer.