Never ending quest to save the world,
Forsee the present reality,
as nothing worse than a bad hand.
Plastic on the roadside, burning a carbon footprint across the land
Debris, dismissed, fossilized dinosaurs pissed
they can’t come back, we’d kill them all over again.
Natives of the home, so brave
they slayed the indigenous along the way.
Billions of the disgruntled, machines to overrun,
no voices, hearts splayed,
sacraficed, the wealth of a handful.
Breaking down all the rest.
Open mouths, no chance to retaliate.
Seeking out a new world,
Left behind by those who wish them dead.
If I had a choice, and of course I do.
The last time, we all get that one fleeting thought that decides to hang around.
I’ve spent too many hours here,
too many days pondering you.
Plug the hole with so many artifacts of the past,
the clouds overhang and the cigarette butts within kicking distance, once flicked– and attached to the mouths of strangers.
We all lie in bed, we spend- countless hours, to defend
our right to be careless or reckless, one in the same.
Piss on this nonsense,
You can’t make believe
with something in a constant state of sleep,
wakes when you’re not paying attention,
a surprise every time.
Wet dreams, drowning in sweat,
thinking “is this the best it will ever get??”
Can’t conceive of another way to take you on,
but it’s all a joke anyway.
These tattoos won’t dissolve,
when we thought it was a good idea,
and now that’s gone.
Mistakes. Pulled skin.
Tightly absorbed and interweaved.
This feeling almost pulsates, without origin, without a home,
cause you got no cause for alarm,
just the call of infallible silence.
Your head swims in it.
Here among the crowd, the people marching like ants
walking the mall,
a dedication I’ll never understand.
We aren’t alike- that’s cool.
One more tab under the tongue,
fools, everyone of you.
I am nothing like that,
breaking a pattern I never understood.
And it really makes no difference.
We all march sooner than later.
I can’t escape you, but I’ll give it my best shot.
Some things worth having and others not.
We hold on for dear life,
The saddest day, when its no longer right
A pile of regrets too high to climb,
shortened views and lost sight.
Shortsighted and backwards passage,
Clearing a channel I was stuck in for days.
White noise and the rhetoric of a sage
Heard through telegraphs and daydreams
No accounting for old age,
The indifference of sleepless nights,
I got used to long nights drawn out and psychotic rage.
Anger is a gift when used sparingly
I could use it repeatedly, the giving tree
And that sentiment fell on deaf ears
Bottled up and messages closed off
I sent an SOS to someone who wasn’t worth the loss
Of mindfulness and bullshit, the stinging rain
Down pouring sideways
Like my mind, I hold in contempt
But these feelings belong to me
And they’re all I have left
I’m addicted to you,
can’t you see how that’s true?
All that we’ve been through,
how do I know who I am
I am just ‘me’
and that’s scary as hell.
and make yourself well
The door closes behind you.
What would it take for us to
run away from here?
When you were adored
Voice like a conscious cord,
bound to necks,
your last breath torn.
…so run away
with all that’s left.
That’s what I want.
You’d hold my head
I’d cry for you,
Cry out to you
these last moments
weren’t meant for two.