We Dig Our Own Graves

You do not know what it feels like to be Nathan
The one time king of comic relief
To wake and not know the face that stares back at you from the mirror
To look at your own hands and not know the words they write
This love will go on and on and on
It will never cease
No matter what other roads intersect it
I bring nothing to the table
I know this
Remember me awake or sleeping
A giant among ants
Destroying with clumsy shuffling steps
I am jealous of my own happiness
Selfish to the last
This love will go on and on and on
Never dying

Not In

Don't talk much
Distance is like a wall of static
Some days it is like swimming through wet cement
Sweating through shirt and tie out in summer sun
South Central Pennsylvania your air has traces of my past
My present
My future
It lingers in my lungs
Returns part of me to the atmosphere
I swear some nights I wake in a cold sweat thinking it is still 2009
My sense of time and self is all screwy these days
Have I mentioned I fucking hate auto correct

Much Can Be Learned From The Bones

I do not think outside the box
I break the box and rearrange it
Build it into something new
Your Little Red Riding Hood dreams
Are nothing compared to my Big Bad Wolf teeth
I eat the memory of you whole
And they can drug me as much as they like
I am so much more
So keep hitting snooze and snuggle up to him tight
Because I figured out what I want to be when I grow up
Have you?
Have you?
My voice box bleeds
As night sings her goodbye song

Prestidigitation

Slight of hand
Making simple things disappear
With simple things
We break hearts
Break
Break
And go fast down country roads
Turning and twisting
Twisting
Twisting
You are pain in a pretty package
I'm a talentless hack
Pecking away at a smartphone keyboard
Burning my fingers with speed and friction
Friction
Fiction
Two hearts rubbing together
And setting fire to sticks
Two sticks rubbing together and sparking flame to love
I look to the sky and see stars blotted out by exploding colors