Water grave

You keep

Men from knowing

Water grave

You keep

All at arm’s length

Water grave

Deep to deeper

A wail that aches

Water grave

For all who slip

Into always

Water grave

Water grave

You keep

Men from knowing

Water grave

You keep

All at arm’s length

Water grave

Deep to deeper

A wail that aches

Water grave

For all who slip

Into always

Water grave

There’s a piercing

Just behind her eyes

A sure sign of dying

But not tonight

She wouldn’t go

If it were up to her

Especially if she knew

What kind of reckless heart

He would be

And How he would blame

Everything on how she’d leave

He uses every thought to mourn again

A vicious ferris wheel that never ends

Great sermon, preacher

But nothing changes

A drink, a swear, a heart in chains

And a daughter who needs life to be hard

And friend who ran away into the dark

It’s a shame caring cost so much

Cause a little more saving might help

But you get ten seconds and nothing more

And you’re made to thank the world

For one mere whirl

It’s sad to think

What meets your deepest need

Will never be supplied guaranteed

I suppose if I were in your shoes that I too

Would turn to a can of beer

To do what friends won’t do

Cause that’s a long long time

To be alone and lonely

And nothing’s on TV

That will ever be so good

As to drown out the sheer volume of Mourning that impales you constantly

I see you now sitting helpless then

As she breathed her final breathe

I know for sure that you died too

You couldn’t breathe if not two

I Love leaving leaches

Don’t I?

So pitiful

Bottomless pit

A little money please

Oh and more please

I need please I need

And I’m so wise

When I need

And I’m good at crying

When I need

I’m just the slowest

Slowest chameleon ever

I just don’t know

The obviousness

Of my obviousness

Sugar foot

Sloth puppy

Wirey smile

Veritable charmer

Plug-n-play response

But after some digging

Your heart is good

For a brief moment

I knew it was about money

You had none to spare

So you played with the boy

And jumped and dove

You splintered into two

A player and a scolder

A spinner and a high-roller

And I only wanted

It to be all about you

But nothing to it

They don’t seem to be free

The few pieces of coin

You couldn’t afford

To roll them to me

You needed them, right?

Because we were poor

Weren’t we?

There is something to be had

To be a goer, it is glory-full

To approach an Abba

To climb and climb

An unnecessary strain

That scraping and clawing

So filled with shame

A pity for sure

For you have a new name

And one look into your soul

Would show an invigoration

So go, go on, So go, go on

Flying off the shelves

Adored by oh so many

Is this new story, old casing

Yet alive, alive and free and new

There is something to be had

To be a goer

You were an award-winner

But I helped

Something said you needed me

So I listened with all my might

And couldn’t care less

About the thrill of the show

It all seemed way to high-brow

But you needed me

‘Cause even with all the prizes

You were a lonely lonely soul

And I saw it very clearly

As I turned to go

And the long slow low moan

Like hands on my shoulders

Turned me around

And I faced you

And asked you to tell

Another story

A brother of mercy

Bless you

Cause I’m not made

Of what you got

Special man

How in the world

Do you see

What you see

Do you hear

What you hear

Every every day

Six years

At a time

With no outside voice

No familiar touch

Only a conviction

As for me

There have been

So many

Noble things

That I suppose

I could do

If called

If chosen

If I had to

But living

Where you live

Doing what

You do

I don’t know

I just don’t know

And it makes me wonder

As I pray for you

And all those like you

What island evil

Loathes you

Know this

A deal

Between you and me

In heaven

Should I receive

Any crown

Let me slide

It to you

Before we both

Lay it before Him

And let’s smile, Friend

It wasn’t a matter of belief

Imagine if it was

Uh-oh uh-oh

Fear though

Banged a drum

And I’m not wise

But honestly

It should have been

Predictable

Kids outgrow shoes

And commonly

Each season

So great job

On a glorious

Miscalculation

And let us take

A thesaurus to task

In search of

A better word

Cause this is only

Day one