must be fun
writing
virtuous poems
that
bring happiness
and rhyme

exam loving
reach for the stars
paradox

tested positive
for an
addiction

the world i knew
no longer
exists

it all changed
seems like
nobody cared

go fuck your image

i remember
yesterday
like
it was
yesterday
and unfortunately
you
are no longer
here

for me to see

as time goes by
do
you dream
of
lakes and oceans
and people
smiling do
you

the child
appeared
lost
minus meditation
legs crossed
humming
that melody

for me to see

it rained all
day last
night
i was here
i know
sleeping

you will be
on
your own
you
know
armed
with a pen

so we both know
it was
about to end

drinking
spinning
trying
to top that
somehow
i know you
can

fell into place
the 3rd note
in a cord
the knife
on the table
the drugs
in your pocket
the cross
around you neck

grew up
wanting
to be an apostle
hang out with
jesus and that whore
mary
got that story wrong

bucket number six
tension fucked up blue
hair and a voice that
could produce nausea and
ultimately stunning orchids
and hyacinth
which i would crush
with my awkward
paws and leash

your beautiful eyes
spin the wheel
get out of this one

it was
the last time
we
would speak
forever
memories
it
was the
first
time i felt
full

was wondering
was wishing
was

captivated

needing only
light
then some
shade

all
the necessary prayers
say them
daily
say them
knowing
someone
hears

yelling matches
about
leaving who
would get
out
first

under her tongue
she keeps
plutonium
and a couple of
words
she hardly even
uses

my home
must be somewhere
thru the window
not even whispered
clear as the sky

came here as dust
with a ticket
marked
to anywhere

not
doing any of those
things
still

at your side

a good
day
to
stop feeling
any
pain

nobody
will ever
hate
you
like me