Red

Look!
You can no longer delude!
Look down to this world
This pit you have brewed

Are you blind?
The fanciful glade?
That foul facade?
Face the fester you've made!

But no, turn away
Like your hypocrite kin
There is no decay
This is not your sin

Imbecile!
If we wish to this world renew
It must start with one
It must start with you!

The Packing

Layers upon layers of human life
Soils the floor
Squalid
And yet,
It is my life

And I tell myself
These things do not define me
And yet,
They do

Under the bed a gift never given
It's just an old guitar strap now
And yet,
The friend to whom it would belong
Feels the same

In an old book there's a phone number
I remember who that person used to be
Changed now
And yet,
I am too

Entangled in the mass of computer parts
There is a failed art project
Stupid of me to think I could tell a beautiful story
And yet,
Maybe I could have
Maybe I can

But there's no time, I must pack
Memories are nice, but there's no room
in a dorm
And so,
They're left

Damn it!
The tears should be over now!
The people are still here, alive!
And yet
A part me, of us
is dead.

Quite neatly tucked down
In the bottom desk drawer
Lies the wide ruled paper
Scrawled out on a floor
This ancient contract
Of the friendship of four


Writing is just a distraction
And yet,
It is the release