A life painted in Sage and Lush;
    Suspended, sprained,
    a weathered anchor to Argo

    How many variables does this
    experiment have?
    It's taken the virginity of all Hope

    All the klieg lights are dimming,
    cones of canary
    to dandelion and medallion
    
    The insects, once gathered in the yield,
    flutter independent;
    absolving all the absorption to the luster

    Remember when we believed
    if we long stood, bathed in those lights,
    Might our shadows burn to the pavement?

    When winter put the rosy color
    in your cheeks.
    Those east winds are more jagged than most

    Now, only biting rosy ulcers
    in your cheeks,
    Grinding the brawn between your teeth

    As the coat tapers from your spine
    it feels a weight
    still consistent and buttoned

    The bareness found in the burden,
    sap in stock
    is taking the virginity of all Hope

Tilted heads, locked hands inquire

It's deep in the silence

And in the void of concern

Nothing left to know and everything to learn

But if I'm going anywhere

It's a long way down

With no way to climb out

Your arms are crossed

The light's all wrong

Fumbling seasonal warmth

Can't keep the weather honest no more

But if I'm going anywhere

There's a space in your mind

I'll be glad to occupy

The houses sat in rows

And it's here you need to breath

The sky is all milkweed

But if I'm going anywhere

There's a funeral home

And a wreath of aster & rose

You’d be surprised
What can be accomplished
With your eyes sealed to the world

Stumbling in and out of love
With the wrong person,
The right person

Standing still while
The crowd moves about
And you face the opposite direction

Awaiting the joy
Coveted and insured from bloom
As it swims past your bones like a ghost

The miles you drive
Without taking the sights
Or abiding the lines

You can point and shoot
You can win or lose
But it holds no concern

It’s the feeling of knowing you’re lost
But cease to admit
Because it looks like life

There is no sleep to be had
When you shut your eyes to the world
Just an endless reaching for the walls you built

Maintain balance
So no one suspects
And tramples the comfort you found

They only see brown rust in your eyes
If you never show the raw burning red
And the vacancy of motive

Nothing hurts so bad
If you don’t stare directly at it
Or ignore it altogether

But when you finally open them
Don’t be skittish about what you’ve found
It’s only happening one blink at a time

War and drugs
And wars on drugs
And automatic guns

Disease and regret
And misleads and misread
And greed over guilt

Smiles and words
All things absurd
Hunger and cures

Lies and truths
Bigotry and fake news
Decay of education

Tribalism
Bibles
Prisons

Capital
Collateral
Intangibles

But you’ve pulled back the curtains
And you’ve drawn in the light
So you must never again close your eyes

You know what’s so ******* disparaging? Regardless of what happens you know it’s not going to matter. It could all come down on him tomorrow and it wouldn’t make a stitch of a difference. He has no theory of consequence; his mind is exceedingly absolved. Constantly refreshing every injustice and spectacle of distaste. Shuffling the moment until it’s cast in the forgivable soft lights. There is not a world that you could imagine, that would invent a punishment as proportionate and as necessary as infinitely possible. And if you were to ask if it was worth it? Do you feel sorry? He’d sneer at you and exhaust from his nose — he’d tell you “of course. It was all I ever wanted.” Then you don’t bathe in the pleasure of misfortune. Justice doesn’t come warm. It comes cold, sloppy, $9.75 an hour with poor benefits, and a constant struggle that became normalized as they extended our childhood and distracted us to sell our future away. And they don’t care. Racist. Fascist. Capitalist. Narcissist. Remorse never existed.

your screams sound like ******.
some winners were better off quitters.