Wrench in the works

It’s funny really

how I’d been thinking

the exact same thing.

And how everything’s different.

And how nothing’s changed.

And how things are fine enough

without throwing a wrench in the works.

Nowhere

We’re all just kind of nowhere, aren’t we?

When we convince ourselves we’re not,

that we’re somewhere worth being?

Then like flypaper pulled apart

time disconnects from space

and we’re left stuck

sticking to the things we swore we’d part.

And just like that

we’re nowhere again,

left waiting to forget how good it felt

to be somewhere.

Enough.

We go to those we trust

Because even if they hurt us

The least we know’s they care

And knowing that much

Sometimes is enough.

The Other

For every peace I’ve lost

I picked up another

And another, then another

Till I could hardly tell

The difference between

Myself, them—or the other.

The Company We Keep

You might just find yourself

Very much alone and

Without anyone to call so

If you’re unwilling to change then

I just want you to know that

No matter what I’ll be there

Waiting with myself

Waiting for your company

Chandelier

I gave you yours

You gave me mine

The sewer’s innocent

We walked for miles

Time to time

In soles that didn’t fit

Our arms they fell like chandelier

The climax of a play

Then died like Dylan Thomas done

We knew no other way

Sincerely Speaking

Whatever is the point

I’ll be on the edge

Sincerity’s an ashtray

A speech impediment

The View

It’s senseless to sense this

phase from May to June.

These fences stand defenseless

like guards on duty do.

In truth there are no changes

or phases of the moon,

it’s just a formed perspective,

outsiders share the view.

6+2 is 8

I won’t be getting better

Though I’ll play it like I do

You know I’m not that clever

Or else then I’d be you—

A quick laugh

I’m good as a quick laugh

Sharp and direct

Needless to say the least

There’s no reason to react