i tell my bones to work until they're black and blue
because that's what daddy wants
but they don't listen to a word i say
and seem to have a mind of their own

we love each other
but we live separately, my bones and i
i'm a bit clumsy and i make a lot of clatter
at least that's what they tell me.
i scream in my sleep sometimes
and wake up whispering..
they cushion the blow though, my bones
they
give me something to sleep with at night
to
stop the terror from escaping my barricaded head
and past my prison bar teeth
like a river
forever flowing into
a sewer
i
pollute the world with hate and garbage


i guess im just lonely.
or i could be forgotten.



maybe.



or it could be just this city getting to me..
everything seems to stay the same
and the seasons never change;
sleeping on rooftops and seeing the same skyline, gets old
if you're
use to running barefoot and are too far from the ground.

i bought a calendar last year,
and ever since i've been
counting down the days until somebody
gives
a
****
but, this city is still empty and i am still alone.
it's funny, how it always seems to end up that way..

but at least now
after all of this back breaking work
my eyes are opened
and
i understand more then ever
why
you
all
left.


nothing lasts forever
i should have realized, but i was too busy being young and dumb.

people come and go
the city
comes alive at night
and dies
again in the morning

      but,
god forbid.
there comes a day when my skeleton wants to leave me.