He was sitting on a fencepost
A mouth harp in his hand
He started making music
Like a ghostly rubber band.
He called me a stranger
And, I asked him how he knew.
He raised his head and stared
And seemed to look me through.
He said:
There is nothing down this highway
But heartbreak and a tale
Nobody will friend you here
There’s nothing good for sale
We are here with no way out
So move right on away
You only have your freedom
If you don’t let yourself stay.

Some people think it’s heaven
‘Cause they never had a chance
They never had a friend before
A storybook romance.
They made some stupid choices
Now there’s a piper to pay.
They’re deaf to rhyme or reason
No matter what you say.
Some believe they never had
The character to change,
That they were born without a dream
The hopeless and strange.

But we know lonely backroads
That never reach the bay.
We live in fogs of memory
Here in Futile Quay.
Where once we were children;
Now we never smile.
Our trip down this highway
Is a never-ending mile.
So go on back to comfort
To security and plans.
Stay too long in Futile Quay
You’re out of fortune’s hands.

Brent Kincaid
10/22/2010

I'm no good at this...
No good at this at all.
I'm not ready,
I never will be.
I wanted independence,
Not neglect.
I feel really, really alone tonight...
Vulnerability at its finest.
Sweet, sweet pain.
Salty, salty tears.
1 year, 178 days sober.
I congratulate myself.
Last night was great,
In the glow of the moonlight,
To the rush of the waves...
The ocean waved at me...
And she smiled.
What a smile she has.
I need to quit,
I never will quit.
With a sigh,
I disappear into myself.
Who knows when I'll come out?
Who knows when I will be okay?
I better be okay, one day...

People had a lot to say about us,
we didn't care,
It was each other we desired.

A sinful kiss later,
we both knew it can't be.

Lying here in pain, alone.
My mind has gone.
I want to be free,
Do you see a stonger person to be made of me?
There is nothing to gain,
So I'll hide behind the pillow to hide from the pain.
Because there is nothing to say,
I have long lost my way.
I was born meak and so I shall stay.
There is no way out,
From under this pain and doubt,
if I lay here I know,
There is nowhere to go but I will lay here and breathe to the rythem of the falling snow.
For the heart I once had and to the child forever dead,
I wish you eternal joy,
Even if it is just a personal ploy,
Time to get myself up to face another day.

let them watch as she dances
their desperation hanging
like the smoke from their cigarettes

a sea of bloated bellies
and empty glasses
cast hungry glances from high
up on their bar stools

she will dance
and they will wish
they still had a spark that
could catch her attention
longing for a night
taken from the pages of their
glory days

let them watch

in hopes that a piece of her spirit
will twirl off her skirt
for them to capture
and put on a shelf
along with what they once
had been

just another thursday night
at the tragic tavern

When you speak, I hear only silence.
Every word formed on your lips, I devour
Every reason for your trust, a defiance.
Every second of your anger, feels like hours.

Sunlight comes swiftly flooding in,
behind the morning curtains of memories.
A lonely mirror reflects my past sin,
a monochrome world hidden deep within.

Scars reminds me of broken promises,
of aged smiles and earlier losses.
A cruel chasm between us,
made of assumption and mistrust.

Bleeding out of sheer circumstance,
stabbing pain, cant afford any feeling,
these old wounds, never healing.
Dream and fears, darkness concealing.

Mirror of self-loathing,
nihilistic temptation,
so enticing.

Save your heart,
until you can become one..
in the meantime.. run.

abstract skies
of red orange & grey
morning dew
are happy teardrops
on a poet’s jasmine
a gentle sea breeze
gathering, dispersing
sweet  fragrances,
fairy terns everywhere
elated in their happy tunes
in the distance
a rooster’s
commanding voice,
all around,
beauty synchronized
in perfect harmony
on a colossal screen
last day of forever
is here
with a sarcastic
splendor

Watching
the sun go down
a murky horizon,
I thought,
how sad a thing
farewell is.
How hard it is
to breathe
pressed under
time’s thumb.
Even sadder
is the goodbye
left unspoken.
You sit there
frozen,
like a monument
watching. Helpless.
Your world,
twilight consumes.
Your elixir,
that was love,
is now your poison.

I look in the mirror
It's such a waste
Why does this surface
Reflect my face