for better or worse
i am
what i think
they think
i am
more or less

i pet the dog in the graveyard
that nobody else sees
i tend to find faults like an earthquake
i - don't mean to - intention - they
just come apart sometimes -
for better or for worse
i am here
and you are there
so grand - meanwhile
we try not to think about
meanwhile -

my pain is your pain
like sound - universal
a balancing act i dance
like a flame
like a saxophone
like a spring breeze
the air is blue
and cool

A night sky never seemed so within reach
the shooting stars
and satellites, I follow their lead
I ask questions of the universe
like I expect a response
But every time
Without falter
I hear back.
I rest easier those nights.

i,
touch -
- pens
paper - money
pieces of food - i
- touch
- people,
shoulders,
babies -
i - touch
rooms
walkways mucous tan
i - touch
moments in time still forgotten -
i touch
through the doorways of creation
i touch
handheld messiahs and they're false proclamation
i touch
open wounds of men and women
i touch
i can't let this all be forsaken
i can't have been so mistaken -
i touch
sound and light
and not know it
but
i touch
darkness then
light, and i know it
i wish
i
could let go of -
it

i can't sit on a swing without
thinking of you -
it's the way the wind
hits my face - at least, we still
both breathe the same air -
i tell myself
You're not a kid anymore.
i can't just eat sweets until i get sick -
i can't take a trembling drag of a cigarette
by the bathroom window without
crashing halfway though a psychosis -
i - can tell you where down is, though

I'm five nine
I work a nine to five
My hands at ten and two
To intent to fall away
I drive home without the radio
The windows are closed
Kids in backseats gazing into iPhones
I'm fine, nice
I smile and kiss
The sky at night, day too
I reuse grocery bags
And I let bugs outside
I will call you once a week