things you said
play on repeat
in my head
this isn't how I want it
but at least you're okay

a lifetime
it will take a lifetime
of welts and pain and things I didn't necessarily had to forgo
because
I don't know
it's clear I struggle
obscured and muddled
my mind is
drugged and over-doubled
and if it all gets to me
know it isn't you

delta blues
and in the evening
with the sun goin' down
ramble at the shipyard
last to pull
up to dock
this ain't the place
you can scramble for a spot
know your place
and place your shots
the road is long
but the fall is short
when you're gunnin' for the top

what is there to say?
have you got the time?
to hear me rattle
to infinity
what you mean to me
just the mere mention
confounds convention
and all the wisdom and strength
I have is gone
at the sight of you
cat take my tongue
for it won't be long
till I still holler for you
though voice be gone

**** me
and this rotten outcome

chief tactician of my chest
the heart
and my head
this brain
a cargo depot
transient thoughts
like vagabonds
hopping on between stops
and a few old engines
never more to run

not much to be said
that of the dead
things only left
to keep the blood pumping
things that in slumber
moaned
cried, belted, and wept

that silence won

I cannot erase the past
at last,
it's clear,
even the blemishes add to its splendor