No outstanding warrants on me
I need to commit a crime
Because no one knows me
Somebody has always done worse
Dad never missed knowing
I could have done better
Five friends at his funeral
Never heard of me.
I was the smoke in the censer
Shook over his casket
Every morning shower, I make plans
To change the course of history
Every evening home, I’m shattered
Seeking the glue of vodka
I can’t sow peace in my garden
Without killing seedlings
And mutating every myth of life
Somewhere between skin and muscle
Is the malignant cancer of a lie
Somewhere between eye and sole
Is the expanse of hope.
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