the signs
are mine
to read
encrypted
with rhymes
and reason
prepackaged
expected
man is man is man

just average
until you see
behind the eyes
where the lurking
watching
clawing
hides

it’s an exercise in futility
cut your losses
before it’s too late
scrape the leftovers
off the plate

while i watch
you slowly die
i remember
how you
used to try
to scare me with bugs
when we were children
how we fought
and laughed
and set things on fire
eventually
we’ll all burn
on the funeral pyre

i used you
as a weapon
to beat myself
senseless
until all that was left was
meat
i made you my weapon
and i am sorry

it’s in the way
you move
seemingly soothed
by repetitive motion
flowing
from the notion
that everything is evermoving
nothing is ever still

the wheel turns and turns
back to the beginning
change comes and goes
and we drown
while we’re singing