All of this
could be
a lie.
I could be
your
homicide.
All my life
I have tried
to make it up,
but I decline.
Nothing
ever
satisfies.
You do yours
and I’ll do mine.
At the end
the horizon dies.
Blue to red
then back in time.
I lost time.
I lost my mind.
Kept track of love,
it said “Good-bye”.
My Eastside
gave you to night.
What’s in my mouth
is pacified.
Nevermind.
The worlds collide,
sharing the space
we can’t divide.
We die inside.
We ostracize.
Live hand to mouth.
Live tricks of light.
Asking for sight,
respite and things
that fortune brings.
Salvation’s wings.
Never again,
the dying man sings.
He knows the space
that time will bring.
HG – 2017
