tops of children’s

just the blades

marched on towards the sun.

Messanger let them pass

let them pass

not an oar on their canoe.

perfect home

quiet

the end of the day

a cold one

and a beer.

Forsake the spire

look below

for guidance.

Sink

sink low

just a little

lower

and

you’ll find me

“Have a little faith”

I hear it and hear it

yet here I am

stranded

waiting for a check to

bounce.

a dream I’ve never had.

Tribute to the last morning

I will delete your contact later.

The sun is relentless

with constant screams

riding my neck

like a jockey.

2012 was my year

our year

now what is left

to do

It shouldn’t matter

but it does.

Filed away

my blue name

till it ran clear.

Mirror shows

a family man

with two kids,

I don’t know

their names.

They ask for mine.

Blink, and they still

stand. Pillow is too soft

Reality too sharp

and the bells too loud.

Can you see

48 hours

into your future?

What would you do?

Change everything

or read the map in front of you

and know the turns before.

I can see 48 hours right now

it doesn’t look good.

To stay away

or run

burn the bells down

either way

it doesn’t look good.

Don’t believe me when I tell you

that the end was near

just not this near.

The rear blurred

blurred lines

blood on the dance floor

and I’ll wait my turn