The desert where you found me deserted and confounded
and living a life that made no sense.
The bums on the street had it right
what’s mine, once yours, so give it without a fight.
Whole years that seem to disappear
your only mindset, broken,
Please get me out of here.
In fact, it sucked to the bottom of the depths,
scalding blister and furnace the churning sand, out of my mind with
For what we had, dead on arrival,
wasn’t mere survival–
It was a joke no one got.
you picked me up, dusted off the powder and silica-
swept me off the path I journeyed.
Sleepy eyed and beaten to a pulp,
no sanctuary for those who had given up.
You can’t get back what you left
thank the fragments of brain matter
seats of a ‘football’ game.. most call it soccer
and 0-0 means that nobody wins.
We’re all poor sports when were sporting each other, and whoring ourselves into a life that has too many variables.
Too many excuses to leave
and not enough to stay.