A fractal between here and now
and how we got to where we are
and how it all just drifts apart
like the logs, the wood bogs
down the river behind my house
some would get caught up on
branches or low water
some became water logged
and drown
but that is what that town will do
it eats you up and digest you
or spits you out to the wolves
its now late in the evening
and I am listing to old songs
we used to when we where kids
riding stoned and figuring out the world
with each and every astrological conversation
trouble always found us
when we were looking for it
and I know we don’t talk much
but i feel as though we understand
now more than ever
how important it once was to step back
say fuck it all
and figure out the idiosyncrasies
of our surroundings
waiting for phone calls that never happened
I took up escape as  full time occupation
further into the rabbit hole
into the infinite abyss of darkness
reciting my sadness
threw my trials
I’m guilty in my tribulations
I am no longer complacent
and wish for those car rides
for just one beautiful day
just outside the horrors of night
at this crime scene
forensics can’t figure it out
so the case goes cold
to collect dust
lost in the vastness
of bureaucratic filing cabinets
we are all orphans
of an age of motherless son’s
forced to glow
in our own inner dimensions
and we wonder
are we keeping the criminals out
or are we just locking our selves in