deserted summers

like fine grains

of sand

everyone I love

falls through my hands

to a beach

of salty air

and deserted

summers

I wade

at bay with the tide

which pulls me

further

and further

from the shore

Completely defeated

Even dulling my senses

doesn’t do the trick

when the truth

is knocking at the door

in fact it’s already inside

warming it’s feet by the fire

smiling in my direction

while I bring it tea

because it asked

and knows

I’m completely defeated.

Everything but this.

How to this

How to that

There’s a How to: For Everything

Everything but this.

You know who you are.

bits of lives

We are built up of

so many different lives.

Like thieves in the night

we steal bits without telling

those we’ve robbed.

How curious it is that those bits

would be so conveniently

left out for our taking.

How awfully clever too.

souls to bargain

There is so much to live for

and so much we will lose in the process.

My heart aches at the thought of it

so much so that I often dive down

the wishing well in hopes of finding

anything tangible other than this loss.

But it is inevitable.

We will lose everything we touch

and in the end find ourselves

empty handed

at the crossroads

with nothing but our souls to bargain.

My focus is a pinball

There is no

If

And

Or

But

About it

My focus is a pinball

With

No

Credits

Left

To play.

everything

just because you can get everything

doesn’t mean that you should get everything

because everything

doesn’t really mean everything

when it’s all you’ve got

perfect

I put up curtains today.

They’re so cheap and wrinkled

that they’re transparent.

They’re perfect.

four walls

At the end of the day

here you are

in a box

with dirty thoughts

tired but unable to sleep

strong but ever so weak

hungry unable to eat

fierce but intolerably meek

crazy isn’t it

how four walls is all it takes

to drive a sane man mad

and a madman sane.

places for people like us

There are places

for people like us

under bridges

gutters

dumpsters

caves

out of sight

and out of mind

naked and alone

where only those

with torches

pitchforks

and love

can find us.