every day i chop the wood

every day
i chop the wood
inch a little closer
away from your comfort zone
but closer
yes
you must know that
i am a lumberjack
and i don't care
a butcher
puts food on the table
mouths to feed
provider
for what
i never ask
pat yourself on the back
to box me in
pine
to your world view
the way you must divide
then subdivide
til the numbers add up
you're a fucking genius
a humble one at that
and we are all
just full of shit
flawed
self-important
myopic
you do the math
oh you did
it's all in your numbers
perverse
we all must die
you're a demi-god
oh my god
but me
every day i chop the wood
that my casket might be done
when your math figures
add up to no end
or
you know what i mean
oh casket
of finest oak
see my gravest face
on my way
each and every day
the finest oak
i hope you're happy
now
you wizard
you demi-god
now
that you see me
like noah
so prepared
so resigned
to chop
chop chop
get ready....

he dreamed of the sea

after years
like waves
after waves
the monotony
became seamless
in waves
after years
in years
after waves
thoughts repeating thoughts
conjured years before
like waves
indifferent
insignificant
except to time
sneering
if anything at all
ideas enmeshed
in sand
too many
too much
to know the difference
over time
the ones who ever cared
like the sand
in time
in the wind
was it you
was it her
was it me
in time
perspective became lost
with fault
with blame
as the sun
to the west horizon
love
like a cloud
over water
passing
over time
harder to define
not like hate
the whole wide world
beyond definition
and so retire
to the sea
to watch the waves
after waves
over time
but not really
more like retire
to fall asleep
reading books
to mark time
to bide days
until none remain
until only echoes
of fruitless words
like waste
remain
until friends
and the multitude
of enemies
who were so
only
because you told them so
and the ones you never knew
you really never knew
because nothing
no one
no place
really mattered
save yourself
all get in line
curl up with books
and resign themselves
to waves
endless waves
after waves
over time
like they are
smiling

into the light

breathe in
now
breathe out
it was me
all along
in my place
the love
respect
of a child
sustained so long
until death
shall we part
breathe in
the new life
to give
the only part of you
ever wanted
the burning part of you
reserved
for your elizian fields
impervious to time
immune to the sickening swell
of reality
fields
prosperity
fields of dreams
breathe out
the best part of you
you keep hidden
for yourself
behind closed eyes
under folded arms
on corners of sofas
in living rooms
breathe in
cue the music
the magic
hang on st. christopher
many happy returns
breathe in
again
the moments in between
the suffering
turn red
breathing in
hold
hold
st. christopher
hold
i hold your hand
the only one
keep holding
as we step
together
into the light