Tantō

Tantō

Razored shaking will
dice my tears to pieces
worthwhile words forgotten
rejection evident
destined to fail, fail to try
foolish traveler the worlds open
read it from cover to end
good things are lost in the Swamp of Sadness
July’s winter succeeds in burying
dig your way to China
can’t find what’s dead and gone
hope has no Heaven
but requires a coffin none the less
I’ll retain my posture
ritual proceeds
even after so much reaching
none gripped the hand of need
dehydrated tantō hungers
deliver unto me satisfaction
never had my cake to eat it too
but bleeding will do
suffice it to say
I’ll walk the long way home
opening new veins
when my doors are closed
SHAME
I left ten years today
never received plectra for singing
left you that way
I was alone much longer
companioned only by one