mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street
an old puzzle box
that opens a door to hell
two quid from oxfam
mankind is long gone
tree roots tear through the pavement
reclaiming the street
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
so that’s the story
have i told you this before?
i lose track sometimes
having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death
this is what i chose
and make of that what you will
it seemed so simple
keep me at arms length
lest we confuse love with love
there’s no going back
a turn of the wheel
one more solar rotation
please keep on living
she climbs the gutter
a huge knife between her teeth
someone has to pay
air leaks from the room
i reach out to touch your hand
my arm halts, frozen
i started typing
and kept going and going
until my hands bled
memories rattle
at the bottom of my lungs
i know what i am