woke early, too early
and thought of your power
its back, i hope
cool still, but the disconnect

funny, last night
youth, innocence, ignorance
craft beer about
and you

that war i spoke
it was all blood and death
and they smiled
i wanted you to know

today is busy
art has eaten me up
seder last night
and here i am, the catholic

my black soul, drinking
syrup it tastes
and i can't, i'd rather not
i'm lost

the table huge
and they put me at the end
i try to hide
but they see it, that **** light

it's a draw you know
transparent, though i shield it
sunglasses and bare face
and still, it persists

i'm laughing
my bare soul pressed
and these eyes
whose are they?

always tool long
i go, it's frustrating
i know
i'm sorry

******, again, the apologies
you do it, we laugh
yours is different
and my foot that morning

hearing the restraint
your voice, and i hate myself
i see your eyes, turn down
feedback masked as criticism

i'll try, you must too
it's a minefield
i've not the supplies
alone