I have grown from the basements
blossoming flowers
in window shutter boxes
the sun has come in
slowly
and I sit for days
contemplating my own skull
and the useless
interior
that makes up the space
between my body
all of it
I will never understand
waiting for the ships to come in
I turn a rejection letter in my hand
this does not grant me passage
but I don’t wish to board
I am bored
and you are boring
only thin spokes
of poetry
keep the wheel turning
as we build our existence
off our indifference
we make our insignificant sounds
but we are to proud
to bend or brake
stay safe
never contemplate
your own death
why live as fire
when your eternity
is dirt
we strive
to give our lives some worth
but it’s to much work
love is pain
and always hurts
we are losing
but the losers win
thats why I have this grin
and your wondering
why I am laughing