Filling my minutes
By drink, smoke, conversation
Anything
To kill my time
Dead
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Filling my minutes
By drink, smoke, conversation
Anything
To kill my time
Looking at a photograph
I know
I will never know
I am
Fine, even
When I'm
Not
Even the airplane lights
Floating past the stars, I
Was kind of disappointed
Today I thought
About the day I'll
Meet my father again
And I cried
Red Line, white line
City's blood flowing
Into a sea of light
The rain on the roof
Of our car
Sounds the same
No matter where
We drive
Set your face straight
making cases stick
setting dates, predictable
get your tie, tune up
your super powers, fold
stacks and bury bones
but know this, how life
goes, has no place in this
place and work gets the
time off, is no where to
hold off, when time's
up and you're done
find my name
written
in the sand, not yet
washed away
When I walk
I walk in silence
My footsteps
Cutting the line
Deeper into the soil
This makeshift border
Between madness
And the sky below