Sunday, September 4, 2011

Joker

Prescription tears settle at the bottom of this bathtub
I think of drowning.
Will It separate lie from heart?
I do - from never again?

The throttle screams
down empty streets
as does the empty window pain
my eyes grow tired
another night
caught alone with out you again.

This is when I'm severed from the bone.
when the dot separates from the I.
Nothing makes sense this night.
You are not my wife!
You are not my wife!

I am folded on the floor
one deck of cards
you play a hand
I am less the joker
I was a god
before you came in.

Prescription tears settle at the bottom of the bathroom floor
"It's to late to save her" he say's
but it wasn't his fault !
it wasn't his fault !
he say's

I was out
starting over again.