When I’m dead,

Burn me to ashes

So I spread

In the wind

And land in the mouths

Of my enemies

Spit me out

Reborn in the soil

Even stronger

Come back and haunt you

Like a polaroid

Shake me

and I will reveal.

Even awake I dream of stupid things. Things that happen randomly. Sorrow, grief, mourning the day that is gone as I’m shuffling my feet closer to death, wanting to crawl instead.

Nobody wins at the finish line.

July 26, 2020

Water seeps out my ears

The room floods as

My mind extends out to reality

My fingers, toes branch out

Break through the soil

Expecting to bear fruit

Find nothing

But sober dreams

Feel a little whoozy

Clean liver

Minus a little sertraline

Just so the boat doesn’t rock

Missing home

And times before


Death wasn’t invited

But came anyway.