Nothing will get you like
Mail.
Bills, spam, bills.
A bank statement, some
Numbers. An overdraft.
That's okay,
You filled the car with your voice
Last night.
Just some of that radio *******,
But I liked it when it came
Out of your mouth.
I guess that is what will
Keep me alive today.

They won't stop.
They'll take your individuality
under the guise of diversity.

They'll neuter you, too.
Rip your ***** right off
and give them back in a glass jar.

They'll leave you hollow,
chasing emptiness, trying to
fill a paper bag with water.

Sweetie,
you're throwing your dimes in a wishing well
that pays no dividends.

If it weren't for the fear
Of hell
I'd be gone

I saw the woman again.
The one who looked as if she has
Lost a child.
(I grew to love a face who lost a child)
There's nothing quite like that look
Behind those hollowed out eyes.
Wilting instead of blinking. The tired,
Weighted expression where lips have been
Draw tight to teeth by years
Of choking back tears.