I call her thief because she took it.
Like an earthquake broke up the dirt
Beneath my toes and shook it.
I took it but I am not a thief, just a wanderer
With nothing to lose and no time for grief.
Cigarettes holding onto my breath
Cigarettes counting down the seconds in this brief life.
Choking the last sense of relief and dripping
The ink from my pen’s soul.
Slouching over ancient keyboards as the sky turns to black coal.
You stole what you stole
And I hold onto words that were foretold.
Come to me through the rabbit hole
And we will together tumble into infinity.
I spotted a soul star tonight,
Might have been part of the big dipper,
Or a piece of Orion’s belt buckle.
We all buckle over words on the page
Is it about peace or the tussle?
Late night practice just part of the hustle.
Found a partner in crime, unsuspecting and emanating
We all fall through these cracks
Called hour lapse.
Come to me and tell me
Which way is North.
Been directionless my whole life.
Not devoid of strife
Devoid of a full night.
We all play games of humble mobility
Take my hand and
Wander through tranquility.