Murky but not jagged
Damp but not drenched
It’s not good
I’m not going to lie
See every channel
Has limited access
Which isn’t the worst thing
But trapped
In the most brave
And thrilling
And gorgeous hold
Is still trapped
Which is the poverty
It is the end

I’m lonely and uninterested

And I know it’s only for a stretch

But there must be honesty

In these moments

And a deep deep breath

 

It’s the black that won’t disappear

The dark of smoke and mirrors

It’s the marker that can’t

Do a block of color clear

Without heavy lines and smear

 

It’s like one splice of your you

Is in a running car glued

With the garage door closed

And your eyes fixed ahead

In eternal park doomed

I just wait for time to pass
Like the homeless man on the stoop
Like the croc in the sun
Like the inmate void of appeals

On this bench
It’s so still and narrow
It is the hidden piece
Louder than the beat

My highs and lows
Moon-muted by the pills
Like screams within a dream
And a never-ending stutter

Bent with no touch
Blind marionettes no strings
The open-door thriller
Enticement times three
Stunt doubles placed and eager
To hunch and shelve the bee
To stay in wide-eyed proposal
Of never-never eventuality

When you never quite break through
There’s gravity left in your hunger
Dreams stand as steal-beam structures
Even through the ghost-town winter

Since clear success never hopped along
It might just be around the corner
Or perhaps you’re all washed up
Or a one-in-a-million one hit wonder

Be sure if your gut takes the wheel
Your drive will hunt the mother down
When the words finally frame your name
When the words align and whisper loud

Been trying to solve you

Interrogatively slicing and dicing

Been trying to get to the root

So peck peck peck peck peck peck

Looking for the larvae

Looking for the seed

Tearing you apart

Incessantly

 

Dropped anchor in your story

Dropped anchor and will stay

Leaving all the pock marks

Of investigative bullying

Looking for the larvae

Looking for the seed

Tearing you apart

Incessantly

 

Yes I see it’s brutal

Leaves you dripping with pain

Yes it could leave you splayed

Yes it could leave you dead

Looking for the larvae

Looking for the seed

Tearing you apart

Incessantly

 

But I can’t leave you unsolved

My mind won’t leave you unknown

And even after the last great a-ha

I won’t be satisfied at all

Looking for the larvae

Looking for the seed

Tearing you apart

Incessantly

 

So I see you’re flabbergasted
Well, alright alright
How do you know you’re rope
Isn’t simply shorter than most

I can get upset too
Flail and kick all about
Like my bed is a scene
To be made and made

It seems you’re committed
To this anger
It seems you’re determined
To squeeze to the last drop

I can get upset too
Flail and kick all about
Like my bed is a scene
To be made and made

So my “calm down” won’t do
And my “now let’s talk” won’t do
And my “chill out” won’t either
So get in there, I guess

I can get upset too
Flail and kick all about
Like my bed is a scene
To be made and made

Now the whole family looks down

Like common buzzards on the hunt

Though not fixated on prey

But mortification

They haven’t eaten well in 4 years

And their stomachs churn day and night

And the conversation can’t be

And the conversation won’t be

Is it enough to say
That I saw a man today
Who was proud and fit
Good looking and well dressed
Asking for supplies
So that he could clean up
A mess left by another
He wanted
And was willing
And asking
To help

Is it enough to say
That his attendant
For in this place
There are attendants
Kindly refused his request
And said she would be happy
To clean up the mess
He wanted
And was willing
And asking
To help

Is it enough to say
That the attendants
Do not want cleaning chemicals
In the hands of the residents
No matter how proud and fit
Or good looking and well dressed
They might be
He wanted
And was willing
And asking
To help

Is it enough to say
That there is often a clash
Between wanting to give
The dignity of participation
And wanting to provide
Care and protection
And knowing oversight
He wanted
And was willing
And asking
To help

What color is unsettled
Cause it frames my faith
Cause it is my bed
I can’t put a value
On a still sea
On a swamp
So little do I understand
About my senses
About telling the time
I’m hollowed and cavernous
With a wind blowing through
With a name I might like