Since, you've been gone
I can do what I want
There's so much this heart longs

Its been ten hours, since I last called
I don't know if you're still alive
In my head

Nothing dies, it's no surprise
After all the drinks and friends
You're still in my head

Thoughtlessness—
         suspends space—
too much space—between fringe and
fringe; moonlight
pools through windowsill—
         a mirror of its shadowed self.

I would banish all my ghosts
      banish all pain
            all shame
I would banish the night
      but then
             I might forget my name

...that life is a blank canvas
after I've
pawned my paint and
brushes
for a bitter cup of coffee
and a bus pass.

Point the barrel at me.
Let me see my future
unfold right before my eyes
as you pull the trigger.