Mary’s Kid

There’s one thing I know for certain

And it’s the same thing I’ll never admit

Because Hell knows that even if I did

Not even Heaven could save Mary’s kid

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.

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—

This Wilde Charade

The romantic in me

Wants to kick the charade

And love you less like Shakespeare—

But it’s this Portrait

Of Dorian Gray that’s damned me Wilde

I don’t dare