I feel like I’m caught up in a whirlwind…. And no matter how much I want to get down… and I try to appease the wind… I’m a sitting duck.

You are envious of the old objects
that explain to you the wear
on their tear…

Bedlam devoured by man-made borders
No one remembers your sweet chaos…

People like you disgust me
The way you think…

It started with the kiss
first the cheek then the lips…

It was about the third time in a week that she had blown me off, subtly or otherwise…

We laid there like we always have
mimicking the contour of each other’s body…

She presses her lip against the rim of her pint glass
I try not to get spotted, but she catches me staring…

Once more I find myself starring into the Jamaican horizon
Cotton candy blue and pink I fix my eyes on…

She’s a good girl, she makes me smile
Even if, I haven’t caught her scent in a while…

Will I ever be successful, who knows?
It seems like the more I think about it, the more the dream goes,
Away and out the window…

Lately it feels like everything’s falling apart.
My body feels so weak, especially my heart…