Author: The Opine Overcoat

0048

Take the brick

Out of my hand

Everyone needs this

Sit down

Take your seat

Tell me

I’m closer now

To study

Than ever

You have known me.

Take the brick

Out of my hand

I flow

From the bottom

Of the dam

I’m cold

So cold

It seems

Dark

Because it is

It rushes

From the deep.

Take the brick

From my hand

I am needed

I am wanted

0047

They

Have a type

They clamor

For whoever

Sits in my chair

And for a second

Here and there

I think

Maybe I am singular

Yet

One thousand more

Adore

One thousand more

Who sit

Behind desks

In offices

Just like mine

And it’s a bit

Heart-hurty nonsensical

To endure

That two-hour

Crucial matter

Which is most likely

More about

Nabbing my attention

Than knowing my heart

Or my God

0046

I would drink

And drink

And drink

I have no gate

I need the rules

I need knowing

I’ll lose it all

I need a heavy chain

I need an angry guard

Cause nothing

I believe

Could keep me

From drinking

Myself

To death

Like all the rest

Yes

I need the rules

0045

It was not faith

No strong man here

It was extreme knowing

Hypothetically supposed

What a great surprise

For true faith

Would have put an end

To vacillating so

Between he and me

A daily bounce

So it is at 45

That I come to faith

Knowing him as he is known

Knowing me as he knows me

And sitting there

Squarely there

Loved and welcome

Wanted

Like a monument

In the square

0044

I do not want to be a buoy

But that is what I have been

The only steadfast part of me

Has been my greed

Which is a revelation

Here in the sun

And there is a steadiness

That I love

Knowing it is strangled

By generosity

Which is comedy

If you know me

0043

As a child

Dirty scared me

Made me itch

And worry

At that time

All was orange

And brown

And plaid

And a bit

Earthy

And all I wanted

Was forward

Oh to jettison

Quickly

To there

And then

0042

My knee

Hit the ground

Like a

Planet killer

From out of

Nowhere

And my

Wail

Rose fast

From

The deepest

Unconscious

Place

And sang

An agonizing

And low

Moan

That left

Ache

In every

Bone

And left

Noise

Paralyzed

In every

Direction

And rivers

Released

And ran down

Freer than

All before

And in that

Moment

Conviction

Was total

And sweet

And honest

And aimed

Sky high

0041

I’m still itching

I’m still burning

I’m still on fire

Painful and sad

From hair to nail

Three loops

And a corkscrew

That way

Is my way

Liked or not

Cause the sun

And the rain

The wind

And the snow

All know

How to tunnel

Under the skin

How to redden

The last nerve

How to trick

My good sense

And break

What frames

Reprieve

0040

The jagged years

Between twenty-five

And forty-five

Could best

Be described

As the days

When my

Lonely heart

Bullied

Your spinning mind

With a moment

Here and there

Of superiority

But mostly

Just a long dense

String of non-causality

No pick to string

To pluck the sting

Or perhaps too deep

To see too deep

To see