Where are you now my young little boy. You was to be a doctor, you was to preach the gospel. You was to be my soldier, you was to care for mother.
You was to go to college. You was to build a steel bridge.
Where are you now my simple young boy. You wanted to run, who made your heart break. You wanted to cry, who shamed you for weeping. Is it a hard, is it a long, is it a damned day. Is it a day that’s supposed to come? Continue reading
My boy builds houses and makes them look grey;
I think he leaves it the concrete this way –
My stomach is hungry it’s crying its brains
I think it’s dying to drive me insane. Continue reading
I get dark gleams lit in my head. I ordered jumpsuits to sleep in my bed. It was winter by the time they were here. Talk to me people, know if we cohere. Talk to me people, know how we compare.
There’s no hope for the thinker who knows they’re there. There’s no hope for the thinker who thinks life is clear. Continue reading