Can’t camouflage
your flaws
and expect to be loved

I’M NOT GOOD AT THIS STUFF

all I’ve got is a lot of love
and love isn’t enough
when push comes to shove

and shit’s getting rough

it’s like ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

and my patience
was lost so long ago
it’s with the ancients
paddling to and fro
saddling the weight of displacement
swirling in the river’s undertow

I CAN’T UNDERSTAND IT
faced with the sun and the moon in the womb of our planet?
PLACED here for a purpose? Maybe? what a wild circus (dismissal)
add it to the past
fast
as that last
moment passed
As if it’s already gone
bit by water droplet
ON AND ON
how about dead
instead?
my ghost,
I’ve bled it
close as clothes
and lips and nose
abreast to breath
less
is
next to
LEFT
n the BATH is drawn
n dawn’s begun
to run
distinctly pink
in INKS
of blue
from done
comes do
DUE
distant
YONDER
an inStrument
of the instant
A LIFETIME LONGER!
IT IS WHAT IT ISN’T
I gather,
or rather
IT DOESN’T MATTER
as a matter of fact
ADD HER
sadder or gladder
to the packed…