I LET FROST
AND SNOW INTO MY HOME,
AND ALCOHOL AND SOMEONE'S
LAUGHTER ROAM.
MUSHROOMS AND BUCKWHEAT
UPON THE STOVE,
LIGHTS AND WIND IN
THE DARKNESS ABOVE.
SWEET ONIONS AND BITTER TEA
I EMBRACE,
UNINTENTIONALLY INVITING THEM
INTO MY SPACE.
MORNING BRINGS COFFEE
WITH MILK SO WARM,
A HAMMER STRIKES THE RADIATOR
WITH A FORM.
I INVITE THE NEWNESS
INTO MY FATE,
BITING MY LIP, DRAWING BLOOD
AS I WAIT.
I EXPECT NEITHER SUNSHINE
NOR CLEAR SKY,
POLISHING MY BOOTS WITH CREAM,
OH SO SPRY.
IN THEM, I STOMP
ON THE FRESHLY FALLEN SNOW,
AWAITING THE MOCKING LAUGHTER
FROM BEHIND, YOU KNOW.
SUBWAY RIDES AND OFFICE
NIGHTMARES TO ENDURE,
A BOSS, A NAGGING MOSQUITO,
THAT'S FOR SURE.
THE ELEVATOR PRESSES CHEST
AGAINST CHEST,
TO MY HAND, IT SURRENDERS,
AMIDST THE ZEST.
AND THOUGHTS, LIKE RAGING
MERCURY, FLOW,
RUNNING ALONG THE BLADE'S
EDGE, THEY GO.
A KNIFE, SLICING THROUGH
DEPRESSION'S PLIGHT,
AND SOMETHING ELSE
THAT GIVES MEANING TO LIFE.
TO DECIDE, TO SMOKE, AND DRINK
THE STRONG BREW,
THAT KNIFE PLUNGES INTO
MY SHOULDER ANEW.
HOT BLOOD FLOWS,
A CRIMSON TORRENT UNLEASHED,
SCORCHING EVERYTHING IT
TOUCHES, NEVER CEASED.
FORGIVE ME, AS I LEAVE
A TRAIL OF PAIN AND STRIFE,
FORGIVE ME...
AS I NAVIGATE THIS KNIFE.
FORGIVE ME...