all my friends are dead

innocence comp entry


i am the short distance
that a feather
gets to fall
from the perch to the floor of the cage

wishing
for a bit more of a draft
in this small room
a biological pocket watch
with nothing more
than an illusion
on the end of an endless chain
i need to pay less attention
to needing a new
stronger prescription on my spectacles
i want the job to be more
than just wanting to get paid
i want women
to want more
than just to be wanted
when they are drunk

a half ass crooked smile
over a full belly
just isn't enough
of the ol at least i'm on my way for me
there is no cold water here
we all fuck
like we're getting paid for it
like it's a good thing
love is still wonder
i still wonder
if that's where i wanna be
anti depressants
are still just anti biotics
wife beaters are only muscle shirts
until you get married

i can tell you nothing of direction
there must be more
than the three norths i know
i fear i will see micheal larkin soon
i give you a picture perfect collage of mistakes
clarity costs so much
undoing more than your own ruin
should never be labeled charity

content + closure = i love you,the end