I stare at the mirror to see who’s there
a tear in mind finds me seeking a new home
a drone thrown back aimlessly past last
missing cog slogging carelessly with slime
and grim and muck and dull the hull in the
ship was tore by a distance missile
pistol through the chest boom I’m dead
lying instead in bed mouthing names
jump over and nudge
and budge the door a little further so I can
take a peak at your crime
I’m merely a traveller in this play
but I’ll stay till the last audience leaves
those red drapes try to hide the scene
I mean to sit here in this empty place
in case you forget your keys
please let this moment end life
so at least I’ll recall what
it means to live again.
