I’m the rolling winter rock
Dirt soles and burnt insides
I’m already in hell so
how
can you scare me with
tales of the
boogeyman
My nightingales caged up inside I
often forget to feed it
so it’s dying and chirping out
“How can you not love me”
The tar of my lungs is the only
company it’s
getting these days
we’re playing chicken
with father
death
and he is
winning
I often forget my own
name
until someone screams it
out saying
“Jacob, have you lost you mind”
I think I have, it’s
a rolling winter rock
with nothing
inside.