Gators just outside

New life

Quiet night bungalow

New life

Though we tried

That night

New life

Southern through and through

New life

First man

New life

Eternal delight

New life

Raw

Painful to the touch

Good thing I left

I’m afraid I’ll go too much

That swinging door

Sure you’re watched

But not like the young

Who bewildered go

It’s everybody’s first night out

Liars every one

All identical sames

So might as well joke

Just sit on down

Long awaited friend

If boredom doesn’t kill you

A bit o’ charm will win in the end

Raw

Painful to the touch

Good thing I left

The power of words

Reduced to words

That’s how you

Sum me up

Nothing more

All you have

Jokes on you

I like that

Cause I like words

They don’t fail me

They calm

They don’t toy

They don’t clown

They don’t leave

With my brother

For you

I’d say

Scarlet

A scarlet cloak

A cloak so lovely

No one expects

The dagger

Ah

Potted plant across the room

He said you were acting a fool

He had to clean

Something you’re too good to do

Years later i threw too

It left streaks

I would rather die

Then be anything like that

You déjà vu

Could’ve happened

But probably didn’t

Perpetual oddity

Reoccurring black hole

Cyclical bookend

To a sad life

A friend said that it is not wrong

To admit I have nothing for you anymore

I’m fine to leave you with your sleuthing

How not to trust for dummies

But I don’t know you

Why is that?

Did you settle for a little

Cause little is what you knew?

Multiplication tables

Chili dogs

Fast typing

How’d Sunday go?

You didn’t write that

I’m out

Really great things happen all the time

I don’t have energy to tell you

What you don’t really want to hear

So, 123…123…123…

We dance like it matters

But I don’t know you

Why is that?

I can explain it all in two words

I’m disposable

To all of you

Like a pawn you choose for a game

Couple times round the board

Then dispose of me

I have noticed how you’re exhausted

By thinking of thinking of me

So you play games

The games of shallow thinkers

Your prize is you

The opposite of you

So the storm rolls

I can explain it all in two words

I’m disposable

The boy knew

Quiet as he was

Slight as he sat

Always always seeing

What has three sides?

One who is a bit reckless

Ultimately has to lead

One who is quite a talent

And has a song to sing

One who is limited

Can’t keep up with the band

The unison is nice

But needs three legs to stand

You’re like a story problem

That a child waits to long to do

Before going to bed

Thinking it will be simple.

But eight pieces of scratch paper later

And two hours more

The realization

That time should have been spent

Trying to figure it out

Ling before now

 

A symposium on hate

I’ll present what you

Have written on my heart

And people will wonder

Who anonymous is

Cause your name can’t be breathed

Imagine if I did

The hush that would fall over the crowd

It would be deafening

And surely all the oxygen

Would be sucked out of the air

And some would say I’m lying

And a few would say I’m lying

And 1 or 2 would say I’m lying

And you will predictably agree

But you and I will know always

Cause you wrote it on my heart, author.

I’m just the presenter

High regard

I held you there

As on a selfie stick

And you are quite a talent

Warmly warmly

Such an innocent season

And I loved you

Through the tabloids

Because I thought it sad

That the commonality of sin

That banner over the pulpit

Was seen as yours alone

But you skyrocketed nothing

You used universal urges

Like we all did

But you had a bigger stage

So you were crucified

With our nails

And you were classy

Not afraid to say

It’s none of your business

And that was not satisfying

Which is the richest and most damning

Indictment of us all