directions lost
in
smoke filled lodgings
under a
blood filled moon
follow
shattering seas
and so the day
is long
on this path
alone
the grind is arduous.
we can’t go home
like the
butterfly struggling
unable to
return to the safety of
the cocoon
fluid smoke
lethargically
rising
a drab olive
sunday
morning
fitting mood
my
emotional ash
diffused qualities
long since
blouses of colour
now Tattered
threads
words
still
never said
i repent
for all
and none
Sadly we will never speak
of such things.
Again
We all die alone
in anticipation
of a compromising position.
I’ll watch as she dust
in her underwear.
In a moment of hesitation
shackled by distraction
im not going to wait for
you up here.
Again
I see the world differently,
the view from up here,
one still at a time.
Unable to change the pace of life
beauty long past.
Ugly in the truth of lust,
my suitcase full of nothing.
One letter at a time,
up or down, at a sideways glance
it all must end.
Again