the sun is melting my brain my thoughts running out on the sidewalk
being stepped in, evaporating in the sun
footprints of gray matter disappearing before my eyes
I’ve learned there’s no sure things, just things
sat under the trees trying to hide from demons
those demons have a way of finding you through the shadows
maybe tonight it’ll work...I can drown them once and for all
I’m sure going to try
looked up to the clouds but they only looked down on me
what did I ever do to them?
looked at an old picture of an ex-girlfriend
she either wore a lot of black eye makeup or I was dating a raccoon
she was sweet though, loyal to a fault
wonder what’s become of her
life does have a point to it, but I’m afraid it’s a rather dull one
was asked once at a job if I was permanent
I said hell no, nobody is permanent...we’re all just passing through
just like trains passing through misty morning countryside and sprawling oaks
into cities brimming with the poor, rusted cars, abandoned buildings
precious cargo, and poor little passengers---
they can’t afford to fly
but the train ain’t too cheap anymore either
trains into the city always have nervousness, indifference
and excitement onboard as passengers
going to destinations known and unknown
known only to fate
trains into the city can take you into a wilderness that only lonely people know
you know...all alone among millions
interrupting, she asked if I’d mind; lying I said no
honestly I didn’t care what she did
we were way past that at this point
watched the red candle burn while sipping on a cup of green tea
in the blackness of my studio, don’t think I’ll write today
air conditioner doing its best to keep up with the early summer heat strokes
as far as I’m concerned, autumn can’t get here fast enough
