I cut my hair
and brought a new suit
and tie

to replace the noose
that was around my neck.

A sunflower
turned its back on me
but at least

it grew into September
to take me past the fallen leaves.

Women pass by
over the concrete streets
and weeds always

find their way through cracks
in an emerald defiance.

I will give myself
two weeks more of
rolling cigarettes

and smoking them in the field
whilst dogs **** in the grass.

After that the rain
will force me indoors
with the incense

and artefacts that accumulate
in the astral bowl of life.

They'll drop the dosage
and shine those bright lights
over my bed

to keep me happy in winter
and away from cemetery walks.

I am cracking a code
to find a place in the sequence
of self-control

and learning to love you
far from our crooked states.