On a lonely, wet street

Nothing makes me happy anymore
The rain pours down like spilled coffee
Trying to drown me in no hurry
While every inch of my soul is cold and wet

Traffic lights blink starlight in and out of existence
Their engines sound like chariots going to war
on some ancient field under the cover of night

I keep walking hiding from their prying gaze
receiving the baptism of an angry sky
wondering if I could simply fade in the rain
like a memory lost that no one will miss

The rain screams at no one in particular
and I keep walking down the lonely, wet street.

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What holds me

I have become me
That holds no reason
I have become you
That knows no treason
I have become them
That knows no prison

Where do the hours go
when I am absent
in your thoughts?

If only there was sense
when you and I collide
but physics conspired against us
and left nothing but debris

what fools we were in youth
now aged what bigger fools
having learned to take the same road
over and over again

maybe tomorrow will be different
like every other day
that’s the struggle
that’s my victory.

Hang

Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Tell me that you love me
Fuck you
This line has been disconnected,
please hang up.

Printed

It was the same old dark
Boarding a bus to nowhere
Starlit eyes stared outside
Mute with unanswered questions
The night refused counsel
While we traveled wasted miles
A despair nurtured in my gut
That could not rise to a whimper
All pretence left behind
I sank into my seat
Layers of old sweat
Imprinted with stories
Of those before me
Soon I would leave
For places unknown
Yet I would remain
In the bus
Another brief story
Imprinted in sweat.