I went somewhere familiar tonight
Where my fear began
Where the bad kids where black masks
Where lays shells and stained cement
I returned
just to say "thank you."

In reflections I pout.
As a type of religious experience
Observe this wake caress my sadness.
I find it kind of funny how
a transition of a ripple can relieve this blue.
Water has been kind to me.

And when you stare into the sink
Half filled with water
And diluted with
shaving cream
and the
exhausted manhood cut from your face.
I will not be seen.

I know you have drained it all
Into the water which I stare.
I know I mesmerize in your tide
Day in, day out.
Acceptance: a religion to me.

I held too much stock in those sweet nothings.

I held nothings in truth, reality,

distance.
Fool's gold
Lush's drink
And
nothing to show for it all in this time.


I thought "Chance!"
No.
No.
No.
Naive strikes again,
A chariot of ash rolls through in the sight of pupil blue.
And
I,
palms crossed
pulse calmed
forever a momento of your destruction.