Dust to Dust
The house is crumbling down around me
Or am I imagining all the cracks in the walls
There is a woman's face behind the bare studs
She whispers to me the end is near
I tell her she aint seen nothin yet
Wait till the floor gives way
When it happens we are both ready
Holding hands we carelessly slip away
Am I the only one?
Sometimes I feel on the brink
of total mental collapse
like the very slightest nudge
will send me careening over the edge
my mind feels like a web
built of finely spun thread
that will tremble and implode
at a single whisper of a breeze
and the thoughts that flicker
like a shorted out storefront sign
speak of shadows and neon horror
with a dread I struggle to suppress
What do I do with these pieces
of my fractured consciousness
I’m loath to give voice to them
making them seem all the more real
The only thing that reels me back
is the knowing that this, too, must pass
ever just want to grab life
by the root
from its fountain
each delicious drop
to become a human starved
the thought passes,
swaying in the breeze
on a warm spring day
full of promise
but no push.
The Great Equalizer
I'm the guy that laughs at inappropriate times,
Like a wedding, funeral, or tragedy.
Not because I am a sadist or uncaring,
I just can't help but laugh at the irony.
When one takes themselves too seriously,
I find it kinda funny.
Laughter is the great equalizer,
That mocks the broke and those with too much money.