Dead

Filling my minutes 
By drink, smoke, conversation 
Anything 
To kill my time 

That time

Looking at a photograph 
I know 
I will never know 

Fine

I am 
Fine, even 
When I'm 
Not 

It’s nothing

Even the airplane lights 
Floating past the stars, I 
Was kind of disappointed 

Being

Today I thought 
About the day I'll 
Meet my father again 
And I cried

Scattered

Red Line, white line 
City's blood flowing 
Into a sea of light 

Rain

The rain on the roof
Of our car
Sounds the same
No matter where
We drive

Make It Here

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 

Waning Moon

find my name 
written 
in the sand, not yet 
washed away 

Reflection

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 

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