It’s hard to be alone
Because no one is.
My hair is still wet
from the showerI don’t remember takingafter a long day of movingand night of workingand smoking“it seems time is just passing me by”goes the early epithet
Someday I’m going to leave this place
you said
if the truth hurtswe ain’t livin’ right
No rest
only the faint dissipatingbut piercingscent ofmango fleshand an emptiness emanatinga permeating sadnessis all my bed has to offer
as sober as a judge
and just as joyful
In my dream I was lost
unable to tell one street from the nextinside from outthis place was not this placeI think I was myself, but who’s to know
As I realize
that what you are to meis unrealizableyou’re reaching out,sending parts of you,through screens and microphones.We will always be part of the same whole.
Dull amber curtain
dissolve assalt into waterlet the currentenvelope youand just tryto keep yourhead above water
deal me out
I can’t stack the odds amidst this chaos
