the fallacy of boyhood
a starting line with no end...
Shame on me for believing that this was different,
For fooling myself into thinking I was special...
Fight and fight say the words to
cut like a knife...
Take your aim, make it hit the target
Of your past or present as you suggest...
Sometimes the corners in my mind oxbow on me
Often taking me to a parallel source...
Life lingers beyond our fingers
to a place of disgrace...
If there was a good time to die
It would be in February...
Some days the monotony
is comfortable...
I've been struggling with these choices,
'cause these choices make no sense...
Is this war, it can't be love,
what was before, it never was...
I will always be in love with her
In such a way that I cannot, and will not...
In the quiet of her bedroom
while the four small children sleep...