Future Holds

The straight line border
The dotted line
While nature struggles
The world is fine

Until it isn't
I don't know when
I live today
I'm just a man

Endings

working on making the end of the day come nearer faster and then the end and then the drinks and smokes and then it goes faster and faster and the day ends and i end till a new day and more work and drinks and smokes and endings

Pressure

I'm not missing out 
On a life that is not mine 
My world is here 
In my heart, taking me 
To where I need to go 

Chiming of church bells 
Wafting over rooftops 
Volume increasing on the wind 
The birds of the neighborhood 
Filling in the blanks 
I am writing against will 
And judgement 
I need to rest 

20/20

The book I read 
Through squinted eyes 
I don't subscribe to your 
Eyes, through your 
Eyes, my truth 
Gets skewed, my 
Unhinged posture, 
Arms wide, legs crossed 
Blood dripping from 
My side, tilting, I get dizzy 
I need my eyes 
To see 

Drafted, drowned, drained 
Puddle-wet, I see the night get darker 
Snuffed -- blanketed, looking through the pinholes 
At a starry sky 

Summertime

I am full, filled 
To the brim 
With love 
Or horniness 
Or sunlight 
Or alcohol 
Take 
Your pick 

Sweet Dreams

My wet cheek, a yawn so wide 
My sleepless jaws are hurting 
The light bright, too far away 
For the thunder to skip a beat 
My eyes hurt from the blue noise 
As the lynching mob marches 
My head feels full but empty 

Falling

Eyes falling shut 
Brain's shutting 
Down, the stars can't 
Hurt me anymore 

Bare

Sooner rather than later, I 
Will retreat my words 
From these pages, just 
To see if someone can read in 
Between the lines and 
Finally make sense of me