#59

I wanted to write you a pretty poem
Instead, I'm writing about dual wielded pistols,
and panicked co-workers...
Again.

Evolutionist up a tree

The hatemongers have succeeded in chasing me up these branches, yelling
"Whats the matter, Darwins son, why can you not be free?"
Why can you not grow some wings, and fly out of your tree

"He has to come down sometime, and when he does well prove to him Creation"
Spread Gods love with sticks and stones and intimidation
And here I am, a refugee from your love, my own, lonely nation
Soon to be broken down, by my accusers, and their plans for deforestation

Fearing for my truth and my life, but my last thoughts are of you
When you said, you dont love me, this time, I took it to be true
And commit to a nosedive from my sanctuary here in the sky
And hope that if my arms will not flap, my soul will fly

*****house

Sitting by myself but not alone
Like the grey and bearded man on his own
At least I'm writing, looking busy
He takes a sip of beer, then looks down
Couple of couples, I'm [soon/never] to be one
Past a month, of trying and not trying
Still, here I am alone
My handwriting barely eligible
An instant cypher from an overbearing waiter
And a sense of veterency
Writing in my notebook

Apres le meilleur dimanche

Aint no sunshine when my babys gone
In my mind she's mine but I know I'm wrong
Hard to fall, pick myself up strong
When I havent seen you in so long

Aint no sunshine, only perpetual rain
No sweeter sound than when I hear your name
Same one that is tattood on the inside of my brain
Same one that drives my mind insane

Feels so strange, hearing about you and another man
Will never win you back but I know I can
Tear my nails, broke my fingers, climbing up again
I'll let you in, just say how and when