i need a sabbatical
getting lackadaisical
working hard to find
nothing done at dusk
before the dark and drink bring me to rust

I rest less, i'm restless
less rest i rest
lest the rest less the rest i rest

I love port. it wears the edge blunt
the cut becomes an abrasion instead
with minty calamine burning and freezing
the port shipping the pain away

stupid. stupid. fore head slapping
what were you thinking
you've lost it stupid
but without the anchor
throwing myself against the rocks
seems the same as being tossed by the waves

why destruction turns into destruction why not
you run faster, you speed more
you inhale the cigeratte harder
you take longer pulls
you look around half expecting to see her
when you know full well her appearance is preposterous
and you forget your duty and let your child wander off the sidewalk and play in traffic
then you realize what you've done
and hold him close tears flowing from your eyes
wondering if they'll form a little lake at your feet
as people walk on by avoiding the salty island
while you bear with coming close to losing everything else you treasure
as you grapple having the pearl stolen
the flame snuffed
the hope raped

it hangs off the eyes
it hangs off the lip
it hangs off the hard pulls of tobacco and alcohol
it hangs
it hangs
it hangs